Time to Hibernate

I think hibernate specifically refers to winter, but I can't think of a better word to describe my life from June to September in Winston-Salem. Extreme sluggishness, lethargy, languor. Sounds about right. The part that irritates me most is that from the air-conditioned comfort of the house, it looks so perfectly wonderful out. Blue sky, leaves blowing in the breeze, some nice fluffy clouds. I am fooled over and over again ... "Well look how nice it is out, maybe Jimmy and I should go for a walk." Then I open the door, am hit by a wall of humid, stinky, hot air, and that is the end of that.
I think I will just sit and look at my Colorado pictures.

What the title means.

I have these moments on a fairly regular basis. My first BIG one was my first night camped along the Angola-Namibia border. I was overcome with a sense of "Is this me? Am I really here? What crazy steps in my life got me to this point?!!!" I had one the other night riding my eGO home from a potluck. It was a beautiful cool night, sun was starting to set making the downtown buildings all goldy-orange, and once again I had that "is this my life?" feeling. Usually it is a good feeling. Sometimes it's just weird, like one Christmas when I was at Guilford Tech. and found myself in the cafeteria listening to a bunch of young hip southern black girls singing Karaoke Here Comes Santa Claus.

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Reasons I should not have my own blog:
I'm not a good writer.
My spelling usually sucks.
I tend to write in lists rather than sentences.

Reasons I should have my own blog:
I have photos I want to share without filling up everyones in-boxes.
I want to start sharing my illustrations because I think they are funny, and you might too.
Days and weeks can go by without me sending an email ... maybe this will be a catalyst to keeping in touch.

Here is my first photo to share. (Of course it's Jimmy ... what else ...!)