Just In Cases

I’ve been trying to write for about a week now, but time has been getting away from me. Can we be quite quick?

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspision love actually is all around.

My Wife Made Me

My hair coming out of the shower is and on its way to becoming dry is definitely in my top 10 favorite things. Sometimes I wish it could stay like that all day, but would that ruin the joy? . Stairs, on the other hand, are pissing me off. There’s just no way to make them go by quickly, or to efficiently speed up them without looking like a fucking maniac running them three at a time. This month, though, is shaping up to be pretty good. I’m excited.

  • Thanksgiving, which means time with the family
  • Classes drawing to a close, a final push, and we’re out
  • Christmas time getting even closer
  • The election finally being over, hopefully with a good outcome
  • Netflix “Watch-Instantly” on my Mac
  • Quantum of Solace is mid-month, and I’m stoked!
  • Awesome new room setup; check it out!

And now, I interrupt this for some much needed sleep.