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Archive for June, 2005

Up and down this Spanish highway, some things remain the same

Saturday June 16 We wake up (or at least get out of bed) sore and still tired. But there are many miles before we sleep. SecretAgentBrother and SecretAgentGirlfriend are still asleep. It is barely 7:00 after all. I trudge out to the street outside the apartments to get our cars. I come back and start [...]

Now I make my way on this big board game

Friday June 17, 2005 7:00 AM We’re both awake. No sense in playing “Are you awake?” this morning. Neither of us really slept. My parents have a double bed in the guest room. We’re used to a Queen and seem to be hanging off the bed at all kinds of odd angles. Plus, we were [...]

On the threshold of adventure, God, I do love this job so

Thursday June 16 6:30AM We’re both lying in bed, awake, but neither will tell the other. Too much lies ahead for us. Finally, I did the old “You awake?” thing. I stumbled downstairs and logged on for work. I had a few things to do before the insanity struck. The truck was due to arrive [...]

My head hurts, my feet stink and I don’t love Jesus

We’re here. It ain’t pretty and I don’t have a lot of strenggth left, but, when I do, the mother of all entries is coming. Let’s put it this way, if it COULD go wrong, it did…a few times. But, we’re here and there are less boxen than a few minutes ago. We almost have [...]

So won’t you kick it in second wind we got two more hours to go.

I may shit myself. I hope not to, but it may be beyond my control. I may just have another stroke instead. Life’s full of boxen at the NoGoodHouse. Boxen everywhere. Like a bajillion boxen. We have too much shit. I’m at work today for a few hours. I’d rather be at home with the [...]