The desk now has taken residency in my room, leaving my to feel settled in a place that is furnished by hand me downs and a savings account.

The cross was missing an arm. From the looks of it, it would not be a sturdy crucifixion tool, although it would be that much lighter to carry around if you had to.

While my agenda for the next day, and the other ones following are up in the air–like how I used to be–one thing's for certain, I made it North to San Francisco.