Do not travel to meet family without your spouse. You'll spend the whole trip talking about them and probably grossly misquoting their ambitions, job description, and current hair color. I feel like I'm in the middle of an interrogation where the same question is asked in various forms with relentless repetition over the course of a week. Bring it!
To get back in the groove of housekeeping prior to getting back to a home that just crossed the dreaded one-month barrier on the MLS service, I cleaned the kitchen this morning to satellite radio's version of college rock. It's pretty satisfying. My mother was proud of the work I did on the cutting board, stating that,"I don't think it has ever been washed like that before." It got me thinking, am I too thorough with my dishes?
Today was another great day of connecting with old friends and acquaintances. My middle school band director's brother introduced himself to me at a bike race because he saw Austin all over my jersey and figured he'd make some great chit-chat. Totally random people, like a co-worker of my 4H advisor from 5th grade, said hello. Maybe a single man is just that pitiful that random strangers want to pump up my spirits? Thanks to all well wishers and folks that said hello.
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