I am in St. Augustine. For a moment. I have returned here for some equipment I'll need to record some songs with. And I am about to leave. There is nothing profound here. Not that I can see. Just me. And a feeling. A certain peace.

I am going to sell my Alembic and my Stratocaster when I return to North Carolina. That money will pay the rent, the electric bill, and the phone bill here. Faith hasn't wanted to take the money, but we've basically reached an uneasy agreement, and she will take the money when I send it.

As for me. Well, work is the answer. If I am ever to return, then I am to work until I can afford it. As I told Faith, one has to deal with problems as they arrive. Moment by moment. Month by month. Year by year. Therein is life, and that is the only road we can travel.

And with that I am very comfortable. Because we will have a future. And I can now do what needs to be done.