Also that I felt comfortable with the font. Ah, well. More will come with the late-night wbgo oil, oui? Or so they tell me. Actually this is something I've been contemplating for a while. Trying to let Daniel tease me into. Or, okay, making him design me one. But the boy doesn't have time to--well, you know.
I also wish I weren't so torn about the possibility of moving. It's everything I've been dreaming about for the past three years. And therein lies the problem. Dreams do change, don't they....mine's just gotten into a little clearer focus.
Damn. I meant to listen to John Kerry's acceptance speech. Actually, I'm supposed to be up at the lake hosting a bunch of strangers listening to John Kerry's speech, but Robin's on the Cape, the boyfriend's working, and I'm.....well, here. With the dog. Thinking, like her, that sprawling out on a cool expanse of floor might not be a bad idea. Too much time on the road lately, and Robin off to Darfur. Scares the bejesus out of me, I'll tell you what.
Work tomorrow. Grrrr. Have I mentioned that yet? I mean, really.