Ahhh, first real post back from my vacation.

You know what the great thing about vacationing at home is? Aside from the not having to worry about going places and crap like that, being able to just totally relax in your own ready-made space is just…heavenly. Everything you love right there at your fingertips. And, of course, when the one you love is at your fingertips that helps too.

I’m lame, and I miss her already. I know it’s not lame, but I guess I have enough muy macho Don Juan machismo in me to try to pretend that I don’t. I miss listening to her get excited telling stories, I miss her showing off the models she was making for class, I miss walking with her, yelling things from Chappelle’s Show at each other (”Black Gallagher, bitch!”), watching her study, every little nuance and detail. And, of course, I miss her most when I’m going to sleep. Not being able to curl up next to her, feel her, hear her breathing as I fall asleep. That’s the worst, I think, when you can’t be with the one you love. That gray time between getting in bed and falling asleep, when you talk, cuddle, or just be romantic. It’s funny, because she even left a pair of her earplugs on the bedside table, so I see those as I’m drifting off. And yes, she wears earplugs when she sleeps, but that’s just because I have night terrors.

With her gone, I’m back in the land of “I have 18,000 things I have to do,” which is kind of a killjoy. It was nice having one day back where most everyone commented on how relaxed I looked. My tax refund finally ambled in, which is nice, even though I have to send most of it back because I did my taxes wrong. Long story. I still have to get my car shit straightened out, look for a new job, edit my book, find an artist for the comic, all that usual shit. Baby steps, I guess. Keep on skipping with those baby steps.

Speaking of work, things are getting nice and exciting at the college, with students getting all fired up right towards the end of the term, which I find vaguely amusing, because those in power will just wait until they are gone and do what ever the hell the want anyway. As I said to someone at the coffee shop (well within earshot of a group of students, but I don’t make any secret of my views) I don’t really plan on having a job after the end of the fiscal year (June 30th). Believe you me, the fact than June is whizzing towards us at light speed is not lost on me.

That’s the way it is, I guess. You can take a vacation from the world, but the world keeps chugging along. C’est la vie.

Chugging along, I remain…