on the road again

This is the week that I am going to try and pull a cross country move out of my ass. Well, it's not exactly a "cross country" move, but 1200 miles isn't exactly something to scoff at. If I can pack all of my gear and load it in three days, I will be my new hero.

Most importantly, the sooner I finish, the sooner I get to go back home to my dogs! Banjo escaped today and now feelings of uneasiness and uncertainty are all around me. Perhaps a good thing, a sign that I should never have children for fear of being completely paralyzed by the inability to live my life because I'm so worried about the youngun's. Oh, and Banjo safely returned his own little self to the confines of our yard once he heard the tinking of dry dog food against his metal food bowl.

Tomorrow I will arrive in Butte and it already feels like I never left. Hopefully I will find my little house and all of my worldly possesions in the same state.

I'm ready to rock and roll back to L.A. with a renewed perspective and some good photos from the road.