daily report

chet baker is playing my heartstrings and, from beyond the grave, making me feel wistfully sad. that must mean i'm tired and i ought to go to bed soon. so here's my update for you, and then i'm off to bed.

i AM tired. i worked hard today. flying is tiring.

over the past week or so i've found that i am still proud to do what i do.

it is demoralizing to find out that "hey, i AM working tomorrow, and i DON'T have a free day like i thought i did." but only for a little while. then it's not so bad.

my favorite time of year is when the dogwoods are blooming.

i get a free t-shirt for winning the contest on twitz. yay. i'd use an exclamation point there, since i'm quite glad, but i'm too mellow for that sort of punctuation right now.

it means more than one can know to be loved well by someone.

the shortest distance between two points may still be decades.

i report it to you.