I'm pleased to report I have no complaints. Things are good. I have a new breadmaker on the way, I'm caught up on my mailing lists, and I've got some new music to listen to (Marillion, courtesy of jedijawa). The American Dream®. This, of course, is always where the other shoe drops, but I'm not going to worry about that now.
I believe I'm going to get my old mountain bike out of mothballs in the next week or so and see if I can get it road-ready. The weather will hopefully moderate soon, and with autumn's cooler evening temperatures and turning leaves, it will be one of the best times of the year for getting outside. Plus, I'm woefully out of shape, and I'd like to at least make an effort toward changing that.
And... well, I'd like to explore a little off the beaten path. I used to do that quite a bit. Something happened there and I stopped. Maybe it was The American Dream®, which I definitely was not living at the time. Out on that road less traveled, I discovered who I was.
At some level I'm still that person, but perhaps a muted version of him, fattened like a calf and complacent. I never wanted to become that way... yet here I am.
Let's see what's out there.