[Morning freewrite]
This is my last entry for quite a while.  I am not going to be able to
access a computer, I think, so I doubt that I will be able to get anythign
written of value here (Other than by mental telepathy.  Must work on that
aspect of my life.)

It is funny.  Last night I was busy sewing sewing sewing.  I finished the
tarp, but nothing else.  I don't know whether I want to keep on going or
stop now.  On sewing.  I think I want to work on more sdewing, but I don't
think I can.  I have to layout and cut and sew.  Probably there won't be a
sewing machine where I'm going either.  This is a strange hting.  This is a
crazy thing.  This is a thing that I don't know.

I thought last night about cutting the new patterns and then hand sewing
htem together later.  But I didn't.  Cutting the cloth is hte most time
consuming task for me.  it makes options go away.  Maybe I could cut out a
simpler pattern -- just a bag rather than a fitted liner.  That might work.
What would I sew it up with?  A needle and cotton thread should do.  Yes.
Just cut a rectangle... And then, as long as it is long enough, I could even
get around to reusing the fabric at some later time.  I hsould think about
doing that.  ~5 times 12 + 8 = 68 inches by 28+28 = 56 inches.  I should be
able to do something like that.  Two rectangles.

Seems so wrong to take the easy way out.  Yet,  know that I cannot do
anyhting bu take the easy way at this point in time.  I have to do that.
There isn't enough time.

(I'll have to by hand sewing needles at some point though -- I left mine in
the room Brian's in.  So I cannot get to them.  Sigh.  More's a pity.)

So this freewrite, my last of a long time.  What says it about me?  That I
am anxious and second-guessing myself and that I don't know whether I'm
doing the right thing or not.  This freewrite finds me doubting that I want
to hike, feeling like an anxious schoolboy twiddling around in circles.

But oh well.  I am going to go forth and hike.  And by pure stubbornnedd I
am going to continue hiking until I reach some fitting destination.  I don't
know where, but it will be someplace!

Need to remember to snag a bunch of addresses.  So many things to do, not
enough time to do them in.

I am feeling nervous.  Will I be able to sleep on the way down?  I do not
know.  I do not know.

There is one minute left before the chiming of the bell.  The swooping of
hte axe.  The end.  There is one minute, I feel it racing through the air,
my blood.  I can feel the imminent approaching.  I can feel this dance of
fingers over keyboard ending.  What happens now?
[End morning freewrite]