A million miles a day.

Or just a million miles this day. And the strange part that I only realized a moment ago is that I didn't even flinch about all the driving no matter how far or how much expected traffic would be part of the experience. Just knowing I have a quality traveling companion probably caused that effect, I suppose. I haven't added up the miles(and in reality they weren't an insane number to be sure), but the fact that I went from Puyallup to Seattle to Tacoma to Tukwila to Tacoma to Seattle to Tukwila before coming back home to Puyallup at least sounds like a million miles in my head.

The old crew.

Or at least one piece of it. And any piece is a fine piece in my book. It's always fun to reminisce and be reminded of some of the glory days. Not that there actually were any 'glory' days but, you know, some twisted sort of version inhabits my memories anyway. And I'm all down for twisted fun. Anyway, it's good to see the friends of my past finding their way back into my life from time to time... even if only for brief moments here and there.

Independence is not always a choice.

Which is often something taken for granted. And, in many ways, we are never truly independent as we reach out toward others looking to interact in some way... but that doesn't diminish it's value. Rather, I would tend to think it increases it. Interdependency is a strength to those who recognize and value it. Therefore, if my incredibly convoluted thinking has any actual credibility(I am quite tired and wielding a fairly foggy mind at the moment), independence = synergy(?) Ha. That almost sounds like one of those misleading ad slogans of the army recruiter commercials.

Chillin' with the dudes.

It always feels like the right thing to do despite the fact that all three of us basically commiserate our ever-continuing status' as 'unattached' with the frequency rivaling a whiner's pace(did I use flowery language to obfuscate the point, there?). Basically, we can be a sad bunch of singleton's from time to time. Ha. Anyway, they are good for motivation if nothing else... and they are good for so much more than that. Good people make for good times no matter the status. This is a highly appreciated truth, to me!

Digging into the more creative things.

Today I got to embark into two different projects where I will get to spread my creative wings a bit. And even though I already have a lot on my plate I am quite excited to participate in both projects and look forward to seeing the end results of my involvement with them. I am a very lucky fellow!

So much to do!

Dealing with an equipment cache that has been building(and occasionally subtracting) for maybe close to two decades is not my idea of fun, generally speaking. It's kind of cool to explore the items I have some familiarity with to assess what is still useful in some way. It's kind of annoying coming across so many items that just don't seem to belong anymore... mostly antiquated technology that was once quite a gem. Oh, well, it will will be nice to eventually get things to the state of order one would hope for and appreciate.

Workety work work.

Most of the time I am lucky enough to really enjoy it. Occasionally, I am not the biggest fan. Mostly for lack of direction lately, though. I know I can be helpful in a variety of ways... but I do certainly feel much more inclined to be doing things closer to my goals than not. I guess I am probably just venting a little bit. Goodish times!