1: January 2004 Archives

This morning, I washed the sedimentary striations of dirt off my car, which was well-overdue for a cleaning. The icy roads of New Mexico had been sanded to improve traction, and the sand was caked on along the bottom edge; I kept expecting someone to trace "Wash Me" in the dirt with a finger.

As I washed the windshield, I noticed a nasty crack along the passenger side. Urk, what a hassle. We cleaned the windshield fairly frequently along the way, and yet we hadn't noticed this crack until this morning. No idea what caused it or made it spread, but we got hit by flying pebbles several times along the way.

After a journey that seemed unusually short (most journeys do, in comparison), C and I arrived safely back in Austin late this afternoon. It's great to be home, though I don't feel quite as enthusiastic about returning to work tomorrow morning. The cats seem glad to be home, as well, although Ani, who is notoriously hard to get into a kitty carrier, has decided that she likes sleeping in her carrier when she's at home. It seems like a strange omen, given that we have no intention of taking her anywhere in her carrier anytime soon. I think she knows that.

The first (well, second) thing C and I did when we got back to Austin was to rent Chicago. After days and days of having the soundtrack stuck on a constant loop inside my head, the songs are -finally- starting to subside. Thank God. We were going rather nutty.

I'm tired, and my bed (which is the most comfortable bed -ever-) is calling, so I'm signing off.