Life has been moving along at a steady pace. Almost something of a slight jog with spurts of sprints mixed in to give it the added flavor of sweat.
I have a job that is less than satisfying but gives me enough independence to come up with coping mechanisms to pass the time and to beat the doldrums. I have a volunteer position that has earned many business cards in the last few days and I have my the warmth of a muggy new orleans hug to keep my spirits up. All in all, this amounts to a wonderful life that no longer suffers the pains of isolation.
I eat lots of hot sauce and I burn my lips. I wear lots of sunscreen and I still burn my arms. I drink lots of water and it doesn't burn when I pee!! YippeE!
This weekend is an anomaly. Guests will arrive one by one and we will all listen to Leonard Cohen and Andre in succession and the times will be merry fueled by the copious amounts of rum that I just purchased in order to receive my mail-away rebate.
Soon, I need to make my way out of computer land and over to airport land to pick up an old friend. It's strange that I was asked, but I understand the need so well that I can't say no.
My concluding remark is this, do not put the goo in your bicycle inner tubes it will only blow up in your face-2 years later.
