i am sitting in a room.  i am sitting in a pine panelled dorm in brigadoon, a roommate asleep in another single bed nearby. we are resting, i assume, in preparation for the new year celebrations, which are to begin this evening with the brigadoon follies, a spectacle i had planned to miss, but that now i think i will take in.  not much sleep last night as the natives were restless below, but then this afternoon was for naps, so we shall see.  and i intend to skip dinner this evening as something has got to give, other than my stomach.  the abundance of food has not been agreeable.

once again, this has not been the vacation i had envisioned, and i shall do something about that beginning as soon as i return home, but it has been a nice one, anyway, and ever so much better than sitting at home.  i can watch the world go by up close here, and impress upon myself that it is not just my location that isolates me, but me myself.  the nicest times are when i have people around me, laughing, as when i drove us all to yarn circle;  those are also the scarcest times. i must do something about that, too.

and my stomach, must do something about that.  do. do. do.

here are some things to do:
eat well (!)
strengthen ankle
contra
watercolor and/or carve
plan little/middle class