I had to remove that last post w/pic; the image was just too damn big. It made the rest of the page act funny. I'm sure you noticed, you masters of perception, you.
We found most of the stuff from the cedar chest; a few things are still unaccounted for. I plan to go look at whatever likely shops I can find in the area, but I don't hold much hope for this.
Aside from that, it is now the middle of freakin' October, and it feels like it. This winter will probably be way too cold and much too long for my liking/comfort. We'll see how I hold up this time.
I have yet another project in the works: this one is in process, and it remains to be seen how far it will actually go. It may have to move and/or metamorphosize, maybe even more than once. It could be a good idea, however. I don't know. I'm rambling now, because it's like 8 in the morning and I'm still awake. Yes, still. Haven't you been paying attention?
There are emails in my inbox from some overly perky member of my graduating class -- it's time for that first damn reunion. 10 years; motherfucker. Wow. Don't remember ever thinking about where I would be at this time, or what I would be doing. Still not sure about it right now, for that matter. That can't be right; I can't be 28; there is now way it has actually been a decade -- a decade!!-- since I graduated.
Goddamn.
I suspect that the profanity ratio of this post is wildly askew; whether there is too much or not enough I cannot divine at this juncture.
Skroot. I'm gointa bed.
Enjoy your Friday, people. I plan to sleep through it.
