I can practically smell the sweet heavy air and feel the humidity against my winter-dried skin. I would give up much for the ability to teleport at will right now. I need to go back. Until then, I will compulsively search the web for live cams, desperate for a quick glimpse at Molly's on the Market or The R Bar. Happy Mardi Gras, everyone.
Life is stymied right now.
We've handed everything over to the attorney to let them negotiate it. Things at work are equally annoying. Even though I was hired to coordinate content for the Web site, I continue to be more than an HTML production monkey. I do no editing, no writing, no organizing. I simply put together what others have created, and that is not at all how I want to spend 40 hours of my week.