aaaaahhhhhh

so sweet to be back home.

i don't remember feeling so relaxed at bransford. cozy. that couldn't be correct; this is such a bigger space on a frigging highway next to bransford.

di and i managed to wheel into the driveway at the unheard-of, unspeakable, unbelievable and uncordial wee hour of 3ish. we happily unloaded the volv and turned off the burglar alarm. diana, in a hurry to visit one of the smallest spaces in the house, was astonished when i mentioned watering the plants, but it's true; the peace lily was sad indeed, lamenting our absence.

she said, "it's weird, the house smells like bransford!" ah, another reminder of my dna. acute sense of smell.

so we washed our teeth and our faces, and went into our rooms: a departure from the beginning of our trip, when she stayed here two nights before we left and slept with me both times. her parting words: "i don't think you'll need to get me up."

we both read in bed to cool down. i didn't last long, about two page of carson mcculler was all i could fathom before the words swam.

the bed is so perfect. i was out in less than 90 seconds, i reckon.

next thing i knew, i was aware the sun had risen but could care less. i was too far in the depth of cool jello-like rem to even consider weighing the choices of pulling myself up or relaxing into dreams.

then, the phone ring was the lasso. took two rings to figure out what it was. three rings to handle the machine.

she sounded sorry. i told her i would call later.

i am vaguely surprised i am here, blogging. the roasted vidalia onion smell should be having me ditch this confounded lapwarmer.

okay. done. ditched.

engrossed online in the skyharbor

diana was perusing mauri's myspace and so i pulled out my laptop. we're beginning to board - we had a great time and will be glad to get home too. but that won't be for eight hours or so. if we're lucky. lets see: it's quarter to six in augusta now. we are supposed to get into charlotte at 11:42 pm. two hours to drive. yep, that's more like eight and a half.

reentry to work will be interesting. i haven't heard much from elizabeth and daniel. mostly a chat or two. we'll see them pretty soon.

mex

david's fixing breakfast. diana's reading something on her laptop, wond'ring aloud about the implications of "lost."

i walked to tim and cyndy's place as low tide was coming back in, a couple of hours ago. i can't imagine what living here would be like.

still. when the plastic demon gyre in the north pacific has annihilated life as we now experience it, this sonoran life could be blessed. diana and i have been discussing how we can do without plastic. the keys i'm typing on could be tramsmitting cancer and preventing the long walk from burning calories in the brilliant design of this decidedly unbrilliant human body.

i'm sick of plastic. as it were. i'm paying attention now.