eh.

Travel this week brought me back home. I guess I need to stop calling it that since I live in Texas (or as I like to think of it, “the way way south side”).

To be honest, I don’t miss the VW-sized potholes and big piles of this shit that line the road this time of year. My pants and shoes are all salty, but at least I got some decent pizza for once.

Of course, spring and summer are around the bend, and there’s nothing like a fine, mild summer day in the Windy One.

Hope springs eternal.