So, today was a pretty busy day at work, being the Labor Day weekend and all. I didn't think I'd get off early. Heck, why would I? I don't on a regular weekend, much less a holiday one. So they let me off around 15 minutes early--so I missed Sherry, who was going to leave my sunglasses and a little romantic notion of a flower on my car. Le sigh. Cruel, fickle fate.

"How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man." --Johnny Cash

Ahh, the fun time approaches. The 2nd week of school, now that we're all situated, and Sherry's birthday on Tuesday. She won't tell me what to get her, and I'm not sure myself. Mysteries, blarg.

"There is still a something in the distance which he has been unable to attain. We have still a thirst unquenchable, to allay which he has not shown us the crystal springs. This thirst belongs to the immortality of Man. It is at once a consequence and an indication of his perennial existence. It is the desire of the moth for the star. It is no mere appreciation of the Beauty before us, but a wild effort to reach the Beauty above. Inspired by an ecstatic prescience of the glories beyond the grave, we struggle by multiform combinations among the things and thoughts of Time to attain a portion of that Loveliness whose very elements perhaps appertain to eternity alone. And thus when by Poetry, or when by Music, the most entrancing of the poetic moods, we find ourselves melted into tears, we weep then, not as the Abbate Gravina supposes, through excess of pleasure, but through a certain petulant, impatient sorrow at our inability to grasp now, wholly, here on earth, at once and for ever, those divine and rapturous joys of which through' the poem, or through the music, we attain to but brief and indeterminate glimpses. "--E.A. Poe, from "The Poetic Principle"

Wow, Poe said that in a not so morbid tone of voice. Yay.

But it's true--every word of it.

It's been a scorching weekend, and I'm tired from work. On the bright side, school starts back tomorrow.

At least it's something different to do, although I'm getting quite tired of it.

"GIVE ME CANCER NOW, GOD."--Adam Sandler, from the Zagat's Restaurant Skit from SNL, circa mid 90's.

Argh! It was six bazillion degrees today, my shirt at work was almost soaked through with sweat. And now I have to come home and mow the yard!

But I'm so not spring time fresh right now that I could probably roll around in the grass and kill the whole frickin' yard.

I would be afraid to go to the field behind my house for fear that my neighbors cows will start licking me because they've mistaken me for a salt lick.


Argh. I want to be COLD.

Yeah, so I forgot to post that we were actually back home.


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My bad. We're home.

SURPRISE! Dad brought his laptop from work on our trip toss some mapping software on in case we got uberlost. But the trip is going okay so far, so that's a good thing. We've had some scares, and it's rained almost every day. But we have some pictures of stuff too, which is a good thing. And yes, my hotmail addy had 60 messages in my junk AND inbox folders, but almost none of them were from actual people I know! I'm shocked! Come on, people! Show me the love! (Unless there isn't any...which is something we need to talk about whenever I get back, apparently.) But yeah, it hurt not seeing any messages or anything. That does NOT mean to flood my e-mail box with random crap. Ah well, I probably won't get on the 'net again until I'm home, which I hope to be Friday/Saturday. Just letting everyone know that I'm alive.

P.S. We are presently in Southington, Conn.