update of a sort

i'm updating rather than sleeping before making my first solo snow voyage to work in the wee small hours through at least a foot of snow (awww, whine) because i feel guilty about not even keeping up with my own procrastination. how sad is that?

i've been thinking about it, but could never really come up with a story suitable for pocket intervention... i think perhaps that, much as i love the concept of "make it better," i'm actually more independent than i thought -- it feels wrong to not even pretend to be in control of my own life. sigh. i have a real talent for ridiculous justifications of the most unneccessary things...

i've lost my chain of thought. so you get reality; imagination takes too much work. i did indeed end up going back to beautiful metropolitan georgetown for my birthday. had a small adventure at the airport, even. apparently i am not the sort of person who can work till 11, go to sleep at 12, and wake up at 3 in time to go to the airport. i slept right through all 60 seconds of annoyingly beeping alarm -- at least, i assume that's what happened. finally woke up to the yowlings of a hungry trauma kitty at about 5:30, had a small breakdown, called three or four phone numbers before i could reach some part of the airline that was actually open, and drove to the airport to try to standby for an earlier flight than the one i was able to reschedule. turns out i got there just as my original flight pulled back into the gate for some reason, and the girl at the desk ran me down the gangway (ran) only to have the plane pull out again right in front of our faces. fun times. but i got there.

it's amazing to be with people who understand you even when you don't quite understand yourself. leave it for a while and go back, and you'll know what i mean. i still get weird looks, of course, but they're connected to old jokes and knowing me too well rather than people just not knowing quite how to react. i love being able to start out chasing rogue potatoes and end up lying flat on the floor in the catfood aisle of heb laughing too hard to function without being even slightly embarrassed. that's the part i'm missing here, i think. the connection i can hold on to through the wonders of modern communication, but the laughter... you have to have the wavelength and concurrently experienced ridiculousness for that, really.

i keep losing every thought that drifts through my head, so i'm going to go away now. but i do have to note that my diamond family is absolutely adorable. and to think it went from just joi and i to this out of control dynasty... hooray for us! .... and our.... well, if you were there, you know ;)