The Drunkin Sailor, what shall we do with?

 I would really love to say that creativity is peaking.
That all things erupted from the head of Zeus once the pressure was released.

But it has not.

It is surprising how much less motivation I have. A friend from camp came to my city and it was glorious. Then my spouse was; I'm glad you don't have the camp joy anymore, it made me sad to have you gone.

2 months out of the year is too much?
To nourish myself, push myself, be myself?

Ugh.

I'm going to make a tent fort.


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