On the boats, and on the planes

So Mississippi, a part of the SOUTH, was hot and humid. Those are truly my memories from my trip last week. That's all that I have right now, but we'll see if just saying that gets people angry at me for attacking the South. Are all the Sally Sensitive's still lurking out there?

I got back late, late, late Friday night and spent the next morning moving. Thanks to the help of some very nice and, more importantly, strong friends, we were done by noon. I am officially out of the ghetto and my new neighbors have not yet woke with me with their yelling or left trash out on the patio. So I clearly love it.

I spent part of yesterday on the lake, drinking and eating, and the evening at a friend's house, eating, drinking, and watching fireworks. And listening to the music Pullman chose to choreograph the fireworks too. It's just not the Fourth without Neil Diamond's ode to the U.S. of A. And now I know the Coast Guard's anthem. Only Pullman, I think, would play that hidden treasure. It was awesome.

Now I'm getting ready to spend three weeks without my cell phone and reliable internet service in Montana. This won't help much with the crazy, now will it?