Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me right between the eyes.

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August 4, 2009 by sandwichcontrol

Well, I am drinking my last cup of Philly coffee for a while and thinking about what to say. I can tell you that I am ready to go home. Pancake Land is ready for me to be home, as well. I have to say that is the strangest trip to Philly for me so far. It has felt very rushed. Like the time just flew by. I would be at the show and look down at my watch and it would 1:00pm all ready. Or we would be eating dinner and I would notice that is was already 11:00pm. It was very strange. Like now, I am ready to go home, but it doesn’t feel like I have been here for very long at all. I really enjoy Philly. The art here is amazing. But, I must return to Holliday Island before Pancake Land fires me. She has been dealing with a flea infestation- which,of course, is not her job- it is mine. So her phone calls went from ones of the loving-missing you-mushy type to those of the angry-where are you and why am I having to do your job type. Once the flea situation got under control a little better she reverted back to the loving-missing you-mushy type again, but the angry ones were scarringly frightening. Anywho, I am going home. Country roads, take me home. More soon. ~SC


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  1. TeacherSis says:

    I am ready for you to be home too. Things have become crazy again, if you know what I mean. I need some clearance therapy.

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