How can a little more than a two hour drive completely change my state of mind? Is is because I’m not at home? Could it be this big stupid puddle I’m staring at? I have no idea and I really don’t give a crap it’s just good to feel this way. There’s a little part of me that wonders if it would be so bad to live here full time but that would be trampled by my family as soon as it escaped my mouth. I’m just saying that I could get used to this.

But maybe getting used to it would wear the special right off. Tarnish it to the point that this would then be the place that my brain associates with the daily grind of life. Then I would just be that cranky a–hole who lives on the lake full time. It’s a conundrum.

All deep thoughts and questions aside I do so love this place. Aside from the fact that it’s my wife’s final solid connection to her family it’s just nice to have. I need to keep that in mind because just last week as I was trying to figure out how I was going to pay the tax bill and the first installment of the college second semester I had dirty thoughts about selling. A ton of financial pressure would melt away but it wouldn’t be worth it.

I’m going back to my staring out the window because the peace is about to break. I hear sounds coming from upstairs. Everyone have a happy Saturday. Peace and love. (and I’ll finish this up by giving myself a douche chill)