Wool & Words

I want to get off!

Seriously.

The trip to Savannah was fantastic. We just sort of wandered around, saw lots of cool stuff, and ate way too much good food. Perfect vacation capped off by an all too brief visit to the beach on Sunday.

Word of caution, though, to seaside travelers--hurricane season is a bad time to visit the Atlantic Ocean. While we were well out of harm's way, we didn't really know that until Charley decided to bypass GA altogether, so our relaxation was kinda hampered by a sense of impending doom.

But I'm back in Watkinsville now, shamelessly procrastinating the construction of a syllabus for the class I'm starting on Friday. Of course, that procrastination is taking the shape of unpacking my bedroom, one of the many rooms in this apartment that remains to be unpacked and settled. *heavy sigh*

And I haven't seen my orange boys in almost 2 months. I hear them all the time when I'm on the phone with Steve (well, I hear Merc--Zeus is quiet). It's just not the same, though.