Melting, sliding, slop ...

I think I love to lust or is it I lust to love? I know I love to fall - but that is typically down a waterfall, out of a plane, or off a mountain (and usually not on purpose). That is just a theoretical that crossed the path of my brain as it slowly melts down my spine.

I left my house at 9am, had work, meetings, and classes and now it is nearly midnight and I have not yet returned home. I am either dedicated or insane and I tend to lean towards the latter. That said - there is nothing I can do to get back the many hours lost in this day. Its nearly April and we had an ice storm yesterday, it is still snowing in Boone, and it was 40 degrees for the better part of today. I must have misread my map or calendar - either we are in Alaska or it's January.

Next semester as I return to gloriously claim not one - but two diplomas, Levi will be in Washington D.C schmoozing with politicians and diplomats. And then we will globe trot through the UK and Europe and return to Oz with souveniers as late xmas presents and a very hurried plan of finding a job, a school, housing, and a car in Melbourne. Where the weather is never predictable, even after the fact.

Brain melting ... sliding .... slop ....