I returned to the Catskills last night, after a week and a half away, first in Ohio and then in New York City. It amazes me how when I am elsewhere I can feel the same angst and uncertainty that I feel all of us thinkers feel – and then I come back home to the mountains and feel I am the luckiest man alive. This even though I woke up this morning shivering with a fever, and had to wrap myself in furs in the light of the rising sun while rekindling the fire.
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I’m assuming you mean by “furs” your garbage-picking-gem, the handmade fur coat you modeled for us in August. You are one lucky man.