A Peruvian Amazon mansion.
I am resisting the blog.
It seems I’m resisting a lot. I have a bit of chesty/asthma action, and that says plenty. I’m nervous as blazes (are they nervous? Please say yes.) for the Amazon trip. It’s, like, soon. Reallllly soon. I’m leaving in a few shakes for a Wealth and Wisdom seminar because I have really low supplies of both. I’m doing a pre-production shoot for a TV show next weekend and I’m starting to feel that sinking I’m a Hippopatamus feeling again. Which means I’m cleansing/fasting next week to abuse my body and try and fool the crew + camera. My co-host is a pro-volleyball player. Oh, lord. The things I get myself into.
This is a build up for the great jungle reveal. Everything’s been on hold, brewing and stewing and waiting for me to tackle. Confront. Purge. Repeat.
I have an inkling that it’s time to move. I have an inkling that I don’t have an inkling about what’s really going to go down. See why I’m scared? Of course you do.
