Well, yesterday had a lot of those. Bolt, Shroud, Fuego, Strider all graduated/joined the Army, so that was tough. But it happens.

Now I sit in my childhood house, eating chocolate brownies with chocolate ice cream, listening to Relient K and watching the rain fall on pretty much the prettiest stretch of pasture and woods I've seen.

My granny has a camera; I should take pictures. Every single plant is in full blossom. The hay fields behind the house are covered in Indian paintbrushes and those little white flowers I don't the name of. The grass is knee-high and gets your shoes wet if you so much as step in it.

It's been raining all day basically; it's kinda snug to be dry and warm just a few feet from a cool summer rain. I'm reminded of the passage from Moby Dick. I won't go dig the book out to quote it directly... but hey Josh, welcome to the internet.

::Googles it::

OK, here we are. This is when our hero Ishmael is spending that memorable first night in Nantucket with his new roommate, the ex-cannibal Queequeg.

Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more. But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed, in the general consciousness you feel most delightfully and unmistakably warm. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blankets between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.

I like that quote. I must've missed it 7 years ago when I first read it, but the second time around at Christmas break it stuck with me.

So yeah, this is awesome and I wish I could transplant this place to just off-campus of LeTourneau and go there when I wanted some quiet. ;D

I went to church in Nac this morning and got to see my good pals Jordan and Sam. I get strangely shy talking to good friends when it's been a while. Weird. I came back to eat lunch with Granny and she made brownies for my big 2-0 day. Yum.