I arrived back at my camping spot (i.e. the Turkey Tree) in Dublin/Pleasanton, California after taking the midnight BART train from Castro Valley to back here (and I hiked otherwise). While I was at my dad’s house, I was too distracted to pack my bag of home grown dried cannabis flowers, wood pipe, and butane lighter into my backpack. (I found out that I did not have the weed smoking supplies while I was riding on the last train ride of the night). I have been meaning to minimize my exposure to carcinogens and other health hazards, so maybe this is “the universe conspiring” to help me achieve that end as efficiently as possible (especially after communicating to “the universe” that is what I want with sufficient clarity and redundancy). I will definitely make room in my life for shrooms (ideally at least once per month). I do not have as much of a legitimate “need” for cannabis as I used to, but I will likely continue to indulge in it if the opportunity arrives (and quite fiendishly so). Still, it has been several months since I have used cannabis in pill or edible format (and that always delivers the longer lasting and “deeper” highs compared to smoking cannabis).
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