Late Morning Scribble

Just got back from the better-part-of-a-week-long vacation in southern Colorado. Colorado is nice. It is, in fact, one of the nicer bits of the earth. It's about 0600 in NM (a locale conspicuously south, as it were, of a nice place on earth), which occurence on a clock i visit-- almost without exception-- by the back door. That is to say, when i'm awake at 0600, it's 'cuz im still awake. This particular 0600 is no different; i just got off work. Being in Colorado for most of a week climbing, sailing, breathing, etc., infected me (and Steph, it seems) with the licentious notion that 1)life could be mildly fun and contain something evocative of meaning or reason, or 2) life could suck less than it does, and 3) i utterly abhor my present job. Gimme a week and i'll numb up and fall back in line. Until then, i'm watching my Monster.com agents like a man dying in the desert gapes at the cottony tufts in the Sonoran sky in case they might, for variety, decide to monsoon on his head. At any rate, i've been encouraged by this wee string and i thank you for thinking out loud. i'd covet your prayers and i hope GOD is blessing you.