Despite being alone, I raged it pretty hard this weekend. I was pretty tired and the drive back home was a rough one, so I stopped at a random casino for some coffee. Oh yeah, and a little bit of gambling too. You know, to perk me up. I was there for an hour or so and went home even. All in the name of raging...

Today I had to go back home to the "real" world. But in this moment I wasn't thinking about that. In this moment I was exactly where I needed to be at exactly the right time. And there I raged. And there, Fletch was working overtime.

There was this grate in the cabin where the heat came out of. That might have been what it seemed like, but I've seen Star Wars: The Return of the Jedi. I know there is the Rancor monster waiting down there to make me his next meal.

I've said it a million times but it is something worth repeating, if only to confirm that God's cruel joke is real - the last day at Afterglow (when we have to leave) is always the most beautiful day. Just look at it! It's not fair. But maybe life wasn't meant to be fair. Maybe the rest of the World doesn't look this good so that you can appreciate this more. I know that now. But I didn't understand it at the time.

There may never be a purpose or a reason why things are the way they are. You may never find an explanation for why things happen. I could spend my whole life going in circles trying to figure it all out. But I'm not going to. It's a never ending journey that I can't complete. But I did know why I was here this weekend. I was here to Rage for Timmy. So I once again found myself at Memory Point.

The bugs were a little more tolerable today, bur it was still a challenge to stay out here for longer than a few minutes. It really took away from the serenity that you are supposed to experience from being here at Memory Point. But now, as I sit here at my desk staring at these pictures, I see it. There are no bugs now. There's nothing to cloud my mind or distract me.

I went back to the cabin and packed up all of my stuff. This wasn't like a hotel. I didn't have to be out by a certain time. I could leave whenever I wanted. This flexibility and freedom to rage proper pleased me. I wanted to stay here forever but I know that is not a possibility. But I could still prolong the inevitable by going for a swim and hanging out up on the HD. You'll have to take my word for it because I don't have any proof I went swimming today. Trust me, I'm good for it. After I hung out there for an hour or so I went back into the Lodge, and to my surprise, the HT was filled with water and it was operating at full speed! I was as joyous as an entire choir of Angels! This new HT had plenty of space for me to max, relax and rage. This was good news. My crew would be pleased with this.

This was a perfect day. I wanted to stay right here in this moment forever. I sat at the end of the dock and I wrote in my journal. I had been doing that this entire weekend. It felt great. I may or may not be a lot of things, but I know with all of my heart that I am a writer. Nothing makes me happier than expressing my thoughts and feelings through the written word. This is who I am. I'm more than OK with that. In fact, I love it. And at the time I was in the most amazing environment to be able to share and document that love.

When I bought my car in November of 2013 it seemed like a mistake to own a convertible in Wisconsin. The Winter, Spring and Fall here can be brutal and unforgiving. There simply isn't enough good weather days to justify owning a car that can temporarily not have a roof. But just when I start to think that I made a mistake, a day like today comes along. I had the top down on my convertible and it was glorious. I was sad to be leaving paradise, but what a way to go out, right? If you're gonna go, you might as well go in style.

This sign from the Twin Lakes Bible Church has played a very important role in my life, but probably not in the ways that you'd expect. It involved me not wearing any pants, but probably not in the way that you'd expect. It involved Timmy, but that would be in one of the ways that you would expect. But not that weird.

Home

This was a very interesting weekend at Afterglow. Not bad, not good. Just interesting. In some ways it was exactly what I needed but in other ways it left a lot to be desired. I had someone else up here with me at every other Afterglow Rage for Timmy weekend, but this time it was pretty much just me. That was a little weird, but I got to spend some time writing and searching within myself for some of the answers that have eluded me for some time. But I didn't figure everything out. I doubt I ever will, even if I spend my entire life raging for myself and Timmy. But one thing was certain - Fletch was working overtime. Bit by bit. One way or another.