It’s all going by so fast

It seems like a lot has happened lately, and I don’t remember it all to write it down.

This morning I took 520 to work, just to be different. As my car trundled up Knox Avenue I thought that this was the only way to travel, in an old car with the window rolled down and the wind blowing my hair everywhere. I wanted to be in a pickup truck, an old banged up truck with no air conditioning–and I thought that trucks nowadays are too much like cars. They don’t feel real anymore.

I wanted to be heading out on a trip, to a lake, to somewhere where I could enjoy the hot sun and cool breeze.

But instead I went to work, and it was okay.

I am itching to go somewhere, though. I may try to plan an overnight trip to Charleston with Brooke soon.

Brooke and I went to The Bee’s Knees tonight and had four different tapas: goat cheese bruschetta, crab cakes, crab and artichoke dip, and samosas. After that we each had a ridiculously expensive creme brulee. It was all so delicious.

Brooke suggested we try some wine, so we each ordered a glass. And I didn’t like it. I really do not like the taste of alcohol, it seems. It could be psychological, a reaction drawn from my avoidance of alcohol for so much of my life. But maybe I just honestly don’t like the taste.

That would be kind of a load off my mind, I think. It would mean that I don’t drink because I don’t like to, not because I’m afraid to.

I’ve taken quite a few pictures lately that I need to get posted. Yesterday I went to Riverwalk during my lunchbreak and took all kinds of shots. It was pretty hot out, but the lighting wasn’t too bad in the shade. I’m not sure where all the other pictures on my camera were taken…I need to download them and find out.

But for now, I’m headed to bed. I’m too tired to deal with it :)

I will mention that I finished off Touch before work this morning. I love that series so much. It’s a nice ending; it ties things together without being final. But as I’ve mentioned before, I’m not sure I want to see the movies. I think the series’ ending is enough of a conclusion for me.

There’s a new episode of Good Witch of the West out, and I’m getting it now. I’ve found myself looking forward to seeing what happens next in this show more than any other lately; maybe I have a new favorite.

I doubt anything will ever match Kyou Kara Maou, though.