friday at last
I want to say something with deep meaning and insight, but all I can think is that it's Friday, and an end to this week which keeps digging at me.
It's spring, and May showers storms are making me crazy.
One last more observation about my recent trip North: it really feels like home. Sure, the tiny little town where I grew up feels like home, too, sometimes, but it's associated with some rotten memories of growing up. Driving along the coast or through the mountains makes me feel at peace, like everything is almost right with the world.
Once in a while I feel that way here, too. But here, I'm usually too busy just living to feel it. Work, work, school, house, work. Storm. Blistering heat. Work, work, school, house, work.
I'm going to try to ease myself away from email and web for a week or so, outside of business hours, and see if I can't recover some of the serenity I felt last summer. Right now, it's all getting to me, and I just want to explode.