A Trapdoor In The Sun

...and Rochelle wants to be sedated. No, seriously. She is taking some Xanex prior to her flight to Columbus. The poor girl has not been on an airplane for more than a decade and seems to be petrified at the thought of flying. I wish I make her understand what a non-issue flying really is. It's the safest form of transportation we have! It's a short trip, though, and I'm sure she will be fine. I cannot wait to meet her at the gate and feel her in my arms once again. It's going to be a beautiful start for an awesome weekend.

PJ20 is set to be the party of the year in the heartland of America. One more day of work that is, although technically speaking, I have a day and a half left. The afternoon is dragging horribly. You see, typically, I've gotten used to carrying on a nice little email back and forth with Rochelle during work hours. This helps the day go by and keeps me in contact with her as we cannot talk, chat or be physically together. Unfortunately, she had a horrible time getting to sleep last night. I know what that's like as I've dealt with that many times. The following day is almost always unbearable. So, Ro took off around noon and went home to sleep. I'm a tad lonely without her cheery banter, but I know it's good for her to nap. We both know what a long weekend lies ahead. Speaking of the weekend, let me elaborate. If there is one thing that brought the two of us together it would be Pearl Jam. I've been a fan for almost 20 years and Ro has loved them all of ...

Back in the blogging glory years of the mid-2000's this was a lively, vibrant blog. I used this to bare my soul and flush all the shit out of my head that was sloshing around up there. I thought of it as Ex-Lax for the soul. With the social media advent of MySpace, and more recently FaceBook, this little blog was abandoned, although I get random comments from time to time about posts I remember very little of. It seems kind of sad when I think of these people visiting my vacant blog. I've decided to come back. For a while anyway. I need to clean things up. I need to vacuum and dust, maybe move some furniture around and let my fung shui flow. I've decided to write about a journey that I am taking soon. This journey I speak of will be the most important trek of my relatively young 40 years. While it is, in fact, a physical move; that is a change in latitude; it is also dependent entirely on a sea change in my attitude. Thankfully, I have already made strides to turn the tid...