the oil in my engine

I ran low on oil but the engine kept plugging away.  and this is who I am.

I struggle to come home (closet and tool are closer).  I climb mountains and weep while doing it. Throat so sore from misplaced food and the resulting war to remove the foreign body.  Then there is this circular hunt for the gromwell while I avoid all plant life so as to not stumble upon one.  I'll read all about it, and study structure to learn the best basis.
Impractical and maybe unwise.  Act on faith with some waiting and stating "Can you play more, I love your voice."
Sweet sound, but the previous pattern might suggest a longer incubation period.  Give it all up and run in only one direction.  cut all strings. tie down the loose ends in a way that keeps them controlled.  running down mountains with protection in mind.  I view the safe path so they don't fall...as much.

so sorry for this stop and go.  We'll see in days to come how the pattern pans out.  no roof but I know I can handle out door life. rent and rave a good title for future reference.