Long my imprisoned Spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth and followed thee.
— Charles Wesley (1707–1788), preacher and hymn writer
I wrote in my previous diary entry that I was thinking of running off, alone, for awhile. My plans have solidified: I’ve made reservations to spend four nights next week in the Appalachian Room at Chester House. It’s near the Appalachian Trail, so I can go hiking there, and a number of local attractions are within a short drive.
I’ll post more details here as the situation changes, of course.
Other than that, I finished implementing a bug report feature in Kamidake, finished Zelazny’s Nine Princes in Amber, worked a bit on my webdrama idea, and did a bit of sketching. That’s all I’ve done today, really.