Moving in...

... just a chemical passing through my head.

Very minor dust storm last night. Been windy the past couple days. Of course, it seems that for here, windy means the leaves rustle a bit, so the fact that there are actually dust storms seems improbable to me often, but they do happen.

The drama stuff is going ok, I guess. I don't think the kids have enough care, I think our venues make it tough to put on a really good show with the other constraints we have, and I personally don't like to put effort into something that is... I guess just not what I wish it would be. Then again, speaking of my efforts...

Is it real, unless it's to the end? What is the end, and is this going to stay until then? I can't count high enough to tally all of my mistakes, and still it seems that I am here. Seems like all I have to get over to you is this rusty tin can and a thin kite string. Everything moves in slow motion, and two tiny seas envelop me. I can't ask, so home just keeps calling until I might hoist the sails.

How's your life? If you haven't e-mailed me for a while, this is a perfect time to let me know how your life is!