I rode back to the ‘hood almost the entire way standing. A quarter of the way home I realized this, and noted that I was just doing this because I was happy. Fleeting? Perhaps. Foolish? Maybe. Ultimately harmless, or as Douglas Adams said, Mostly Harmless.

Sitting at Squid eating dinner I suddenly got exhausted, which is bizarre as I slept until past 10am this morning, granted probably only seven hours worth though. This is good, as I’ve been aiming at shifting my schedule back to earlier in the morning post-sickness, but haven’t quite gotten there yet. I’ve got one work task to finish, then poke around a bit and hopefully it’ll be late enough.

I’m not usually one to get too excited about the future. It’ll come soon enough as far as I’m concerned. Some things are meaningful to me, like building a cabin, and thus hold a special place in the Future. I can talk to M about amazing adventure ideas and even say upfront that they would never happen and still be more excited about them than anything I’ve looked forward to before. How absurd is that? I can live with absurdity though, it is kind of home-y.