Critical Juncture

As the day progresses, I've discovered I seem to be the only one unable to contain their sadness at what is unfolding. This is an odd turn-about for me, as usually I'm bawling while others look on uncomfortably. Do not doubt how upsetting it is for me to be dismantling the life I've - we've - built for ourselves these past three years. It's depressing beyond belief. However, I'm overwhelmed by how much we still have left to do before we can even begin loading the truck.

As would be expected of us by anyone who's ever held an appointment with us - a dinner date, a movie, a party, etc - we're just a little behind schedule.

It's nice to know that as the rough winds of life let loose into my barely unfurled sails, my poor boat leaking and creaking in the squall, somethings ... just ... never ... change.

Speaking of never change, if you can, use whatever illegal program you use to download music (I know you have one!), and download "Never Change," by Bill Conti. It's from the score for The Thomas Crown Affair. It's a good piece of music.