I'm about four hours into Flame Shift #37 and the energy is not great in the house. Summer Shifts tend to be rather difficult for me, which should surprise no one. A quick run down of the day, then, so I can get some rest.
I woke up with the deep depression from last entry still hanging heavily around my neck. I really, REALLY wanted to go back to my old life. E was eventually able to help me ground, and we got on with the day, but the feeling never quite left me.
It would not have been my preference to go to Avon early on such a hot, summery day, but knowing that my Flame Shift was looming, and that we'd have to leave by 6pm, we got on with it. I still can't believe all the people milling about.
I got a pair of shorts (which say Exit 98 on them, and which are so hysterically NOT ME) so we could walk along the edge of the water, which was a highlight. Then I fiddled with my iPad for a bit while E had a profound experience on the jetty with a crab ...
The ride home was uneventful, stopping at The Windmill and Cake, Bake & Roll, before hitting the Parkway and getting home for the 823pm Shift bell. Alright. This entry is boring. Maybe tomorrow's will have more in it. Good night.
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