Sore is as sore does. No deed, of any sort, goes unpunished. So we'll brush it away, sweep it under and let the rain wash it to a place out of sight.

If only to poison someone else's otherwise uneventful life. Favours unpaid and explanations that just fail to cover the scope of things that should have and never came to pass.

Summer is winding down and I still have plenty that I want to do before winter rolls around again. Bike. Hike. Pay. For everything that I have cost. Debts must be cleared because I need to leave, and soon.

Keith