It would be difficult to quantify in words the experiences of this week, and it isn’t over. Forces that have been at work for some many months, some not wholly known to myself, have reached what I would term as a fevered pitch. At times it all seems like a dream, a fantasy that has somehow worked itself out of my head and manifested fully loaded into this reality. So much so that I am at times taken by a deep fear that at any moment I will realize that the whole thing was in my head and I’ll climb out of bed to meander back to a dreary existence. But with every touch of her hand in mine, the soft press of her lips against me, I find that I’m coming dangerously close to accepting that it’s real. Indeed, I’m coming to understand that my imagination was no match for the actuality and the dreams only a faint, flimsy contrivance of the truth.

Hope everyone had a good one. Mine was nice, restful and peaceful, but it’s good to be back home. I forget how quiet it can be out there in the country and there were a few moments where I could see myself living down there again, though I wonder if I’d miss the Big City. It is true there aren’t near as many goats here, I feel goats add a level of calmness to a scene. Then again, I don’t have to take care of them, all I did was take pictures of the smelly brutes.
I had a lot of time for some introspective thought, lots of time to weigh decisions and courses of action. The relative solitude of the holidays provided some time to revel in pleasant memories and hope for the things that should come in the New Year. There’s a certain amount of excitement and hope, maybe a little bit of anxiety…because, well…ahem, the crush is over…and, well, it evolved.

I just spent a shameful amount of time rereading and enjoying my own posts from the last two months. Narcissism makes me creamy.
I’m anticipating only a half day of work today. Technically that indicates that we are required to remain in the building for four hours this morning. I doubt that any work of any kind will actually take place, in fact at this stage of the thing I’m refusing all requests for assistance.
Brilliant evening out last night with friends. Pub, Irish Coffee, snooty grocery store, bunny’s apartment, amazing $50 vodka, mulled wine, awful stop-motion animation, and wild rides topless in cold weather to the tune of STINKFIST! And King Kong to cap off the evening. It was good and well done, but do you really need three hours to tell that story?
Need to go buy tires before going to the Waco portion of the state for the Christmas celebrations. Don’t want to, may risk it.
That is all. For now!