Tuesday

I'm not going to be depressing. My mood hasn't been the best these past
two days and I suspect that its more than post vacation blues. I feel
guilty for being down, especially considering how great my personal life
is and how fortunate I am to have it, but I feel really unfufilled by my
job. I know I have the potential to do better, and I will, but in the
mean time, I deal with the every day concenquences of my decision to go
to gallaudet, to leave gallaudet, to become a teacher, and to graduate
with a philosophy degree. But, eventually, ill make itt. We all do in
the end to some degree. I just don't want to hear about colleagues
making it before I.

This past weekend was a busy one for t and I. Friday, I went up to
prescott to see members of ts extended family. Prescott is in northern
arizona. trees live there, not sand and tumbleweeds. Its a sight and
were there opportunities, I'd take t and get a nice house in the area.
If I do end up living in arizona, I'd like to buy a summer cabin there,
up in the mountains. You know, a nice little patch of land for t and I
to while away our time. I suppose I'd have to take up whitting in a
rocking chair or something equally ludicrous

From there, we drove to san diego. There's not much to say about that
other than the beach was white and the waves were cold and crisp. I
broke a boogie board, my bank, my stomach, and I cemented ny
relationship with t. We feel good together. That's about it.

On a side note, I love it when I'm panting along on the bikes highest
setting and it tells me my heart rate is below exercise levels. So, my
hands weren't on the monitor. Cut a tired guy some slack.

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and time. I'm too exhausted to write

~ For we walk by faith, not by sight ~