the temperature has dropped enough for me to breathe.  the other night i stood out on the deck in the 65-ish degree coolness and was reminded that the highs for our vacation trip would be in that range.  i swear, i may sleep naked under the stars if it promises to be in the 30s.  i miss the cold in a way i can't describe.  i flip through my old journal entries and it's like a character in my life.  i'm full of words for it and though there were times when i couldn't stomach it, i always relished its return.  but this ain't bad.  i can sleep at night with ease and hiking/biking will be much more comfortable from now on.  well...as soon as the trails open up again.

my mom is coming for her quarterly two week visit with her grandson next tuesday.  i will, of course, be gone for a chunk of the time as i need to be out of town for a meeting.  i would call for chicago drinkies, but i won't have any "free" time at all.  the whole travel thing has me less than pleased, but whatever.  anywho, i enjoy mom's visits.  she's a good houseguest and the dude has a good time with her.  and it's good for her to stay with us.  we eat right and she has a holiday from television.  good times will be had by all, methinks.  oh, and we'll probablly get the kitchen painted.  fun.

the last week left me pretty dehydrated and i'm still fighting that a little bit.  i'm also still getting my sealegs what with all of the standing and sitting upright.  good times.

i've got a good nanowrimo idea that has some legs.  i only hope that i can make it happen alongside my other current goals which are too numerous to really count.  i have to say, with the drop in temperature this year i really noticed how long and painful summers are here and how much that affects what i can get done in a day.  i need to ramp up and make sure that by the time the heat returns i have accomplished enough to feel good about myself.  back to the academic calender!

i'm reading dj spooky's "sound unbound" right now and as any collection about music and technology would be, it's a bit uneven.  some of the stuff i can really dig into and find a wealth of material that moves me and a pile of it is silly wanking with made-up words that makes me wonder if i've mistakenly walked into some sort of poetry slam.  there's nothing wrong with that, it just isn't working for me this round.

i've got an itch to re-read "the great gatsby."  my copy seems to have left me.  i have a plane ride coming up.  i can hear half price books calling my name...i hear my wife telling me i have too many books.  wait.  i didn't hear that last part.

gonna maybe change some strings tonight.  maybe play some lego indiana jones.  definitely get some rest.

definitely.