okay. we're going to make sure that Chris is okay.

I am back, having spent the last three days driving, driving across this great country of ours. What a nice little way to spend the days before the 4th, don't you think? Seeing most of it, from the houses that the Delmarva poor reside in to the big new ugly ones some Ohioans have decided to build an acre from I-90. And nothing makes you glad to be driving home quite like the turnoff at Rochester, MN, where you leave behind the relatively easy driving for the joy that is CR-14 and single-lane highways. And tractors. But I made it home and ate some brats and it felt pretty good to crawl into bed last night next to the B and wake up to the adoring gaze of the dog, who is clearly so relieved that I am home he finds it necessary to push open the bathroom door to sit at my feet while I do my thing.

I have to spend the next couple of days finding a job and whatnot (finding the apartment was the easy part), but the beach was wonderful, and AV, call me because we need to catch up, and my cousin, bless him, did not disappoint me: he went for the wheelie, and made eye contact with the camera, and promptly wiped out and took skin off his feet in five quarter-sized holes.





This makes me laugh, almost as hard as the time Chad and I sat in the TA office our first year and watched "QVC Ladder Fall" repeatedly.