My time is running out.
As I mentioned, I am fed up. I am leaving. But I never said where I’m going. I don’t intend on telling anyone. But it would be nice to know myself before I set adrift.
Maybe I’ll go to Carlsbad. Or I might make good bear food at Yellowstone. No, neither of those sound fun. Wherever I wind up, my feet will be tired when I get there.