Second Wind

Ever been so exhausted that you're the dead opposite of exhausted?

Been that kind of month.

You know, the thing is that I sometimes complain about how damned busy I am, how hard it is to keep up with everything, about the kids being kids and the rest of us being adults who come home from work tired and disinclined to enjoy their childhoods with them. I feel like I never have a free moment, that it's always movement, movement, ceaseless fucking movement!--but the complaint is deeper than that.

People weren't built to live this way.

This is a soapbox topic for me, so I'm going to have to hold off on the rest of the rant for the moment as sleep is essential. To be continued...

Modern technology, William.

Speaking of love affairs, I'm posting this from my Droid X. Things have changed a lot since the last time I had a blog here. Well, except for the things that have stayed the same, you know?  

I started my first blog 9 and a half years ago. I had an address at blogspot and a dialup connection and it changed my life in more ways than I possibly could have imagined. Makes me wonder what might happen now that I have an equivalent computer and a better connection right here in my hand.

Crazy world.