another dog night

not a three dog night, but a cool breeze in the air (the outer reaches of hurricane irene, i suppose, though it's dry out) has me opening the door even though the thermometer says 80 degrees... the dog likes the patio... or porch, for you northerners... a very large part of me misses being a northerner and not just cuz jackson moved back up north... maybe i just miss the cosmopolitan street smart directness of new york... or maybe the north has the higher iq... but why live where you have to bury you body in clothes and burn so much fuel just to survive... doesn't seem too smart... yet, there's something missing in the south...

there's always the west, aye?...

buried in my office, nose in reports all day (though i paused for a meatloaf, string bean, salad lunch) and meeting the deadlines for external stuff, but ignoring most of the internal stuff... polishing the outside while the inside rots, big business and government bureaucracy at work... home alone (maybe you noticed if you're paying attention, you know, cuz you care... or are extremely bored... or both)... hope your life is not fake over-dramatic news or duplicitous hypocrisy like most... cuz i wish you love :)