Another 9/11

So this picture to the left of me is from Dattebayo.com -- the best place for fansubbed material, insofar as it is what they choose to work on, which happens to correspond to what I like to watch... ah, I digress. The point is, it's from there, and you can clearly see their icon in the picture (note red circle). I thought the picture was keen and well-placed, as it can be seen in the upper-left-hand side of their main page.

I know what you must be thinking: "How uncouth!" But allow me to present to you their journal over the subject: "DB Celebrates the Passing of Another 9/11".

I agree with what they say, and it seems right that by this time we should be over the tears of this subject. I by no means want this to be a painful thing for anyone, as I, too, had family involved in the incident, though they were spared. Please don't think I'm being insensitive, either, when I say these things, but they're right; we should be happy we've gone another year without incident, and rejoice at how much stronger it has made us, and the changes the event is still bringing about today.

So think on that, and be happy, and realize that we've all grown a little in the past 7 years.

The Weather Outside

I bought an old home in Del Rio... -- So-So, Brooke Waggoner

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I've been back from the race and the subsequent vacation for a couple days now, working every step of the way. Though, when I was lucky enough to find some off-time, and not being doing errands, I spent my time resting up and trying to recover the state of my health.

Today has been a wonderful experience. I went to bed early, I slept in late, and I feel great compared to what it has been. The weather outside when I rose was somewhat dark and cloudy, and I could tell by my few furtive glances through the window-blinds that there was a soft and gentle music resonating sweetly on the wind. I do have to work tonight, and that makes me sad, somewhat, but mostly because of the weather outside. I had figured that by the time I got around to walking out to work, I would find a wave of heat rising up to greet me, but instead it has just been clean, cool air rustling a playful hand through my hair.

Perhaps I should be happy that the weather is finally turning, and that for once, it seems the seasons might turn in the old fashion they used when I was a child? Still, it does rub me wrongly that I have to go in and work on a beautiful afternoon like this. It's not often that the heart of Texas sees such beautiful weather...