Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel


three hundred miles

For the first time in years I almost did the traditional holiday experience for the Fourth of July. From Sunday to Tuesday, there was plenty of food and family to go around. About the only thing missing was the fireworks, but I tried as hard as I could to sleep through those before I went to work. The four and a half-hour drive to get back home had left me jittery and tired at the same time. It was not a feeling that I enjoyed. Having random explosions go off outside my window did not help matters either.

Spending the past three days or so removed from my usual routine was so nice. The amount of freedom that I had was amazing and I can hardly wait for three weeks of it.

Since Sunday I saw about half an hour of television in that whole time and that was enough. I had other more important things to do like take my mountain bike through some real terrain and get some time in the sun. Unfortunately I slathered on the sun block a little too heavily and now look slightly dingy instead of tan. My brother on the other hand didn't use any protection and achieved a nice solid shade of red so maybe I got the better deal.

The only regret that I have about the past few days is all of the bug bites that I have scattered across my legs. I had forgotten how miserable itching can be.

It might take me a day or two to get back into the journal, but I should have a few more things to say before I leave for Europe.

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