Day 2:

Near Lake Country, BC

There is a mouse in my room. I'm not alarmed and feel that this may be common out here when staying on the ground floor of a nice hotel. Knives out. Catch the mouse. Square his head.

Wouldn't it be nice if I was like a corporation and could 'recall' my mistakes? Oh. I'm sorry. I'll recall that and let's pretend it didn't happen. I'm not accountable.

I'm meeting so many people who have been married for longer than I've been alive who are divorcing.

All I have is my view still. That's all I got. My view. My outlook.