I always think of things to say, and then I sit here and forget what was so important about them. I'm more introspective when I'm working -- but I'm limited in what I can surf when I'm at work. It's annoying.

How have you been?

I have been pretty good - very busy today, racing around finishing the catalog for tesm. Decided to open a can of worms since the academic dean is still proofing the first 2 thirds of the book. Finished about 4:30 and wandered over to my second (or third?) job at eorg and fiddled with email and webservers for a few hours, before swimming. Tomorrow is full of design and coworkers. Dress clothes and make-up. Pointless really - make up to me is grease paint, or cameflouge. War paint.

I've become some what leery of the senior citzens I've met at uss. I got to share an elevator with crazy man 2 weeks ago. He was busy telling me about Castro. How castro knows the american man is weak (he had pulled his back) and it was the american woman's fault. She made him move furniture. The down fall for the US is in the lazy house wives. Of Course.

At some point I dropped the conversation and walked away. You got that impression he was a hateful man, who spread the love anytime he was having a bad day. I may respect my elders, but I don't give them sway over my mind. hate creepy guys, what ever their age.

Fall is in the air -- the leaves russle, the skyline turns golden, the apple cider is sweet. Time to go and pomp through the season with an air of expectancy and loss. I always feel loss in autumn. The moments of it are so preious that I greive each moment even as it happens. Because we can never have just one more moment of fall. It is always leaving.

Isadore is heading toward my folks and mizu's fabled city. I think it will be a lot of rain and wind. The depression is failing.