And I Return to a Gift of Non-Carcinogen, Anti-Charcoal Kitchen Utensils. Entering My Graying Period of Life I Suppose.

I always laugh when it comes to anything domesticated. With no weddings or showers, my house has always been make up of scraps, hand-me-downs, and the occasional clearance racks. I was just excited to have kitchen utensils until I learned at Thanksgiving (and later confirmed through several news outlets) that the black utensils we often used should not be used because they can cause cancer.  Ugh. Well, they've been replaced and I am thankful. Either there's truth to this story, or the grey utensil-makers of America have led one hell of a campaign.

I traveled home via the Massachusetts route and LOVED listening to James by Percival Everett. It truly is brilliant writing. I didn't want to pull in my driveway, but now have to find another 4 hours to finish (which I should on my flight today). I also stopped at a McDonald's at 2 pm to get lunch, and I'm here to say, "Um, this new economy is bogus. I'm in the middle of nowhere....I had to pee so go indoors to get my order, I find giant iPads and no employees, and it takes 30 minutes. That is some bull. I'd rather spend the money in a sit-down restaurant (not that I should be eating that crap anyway). 

I did a Cynde when I returned, and went on a rampage to get all my holiday goods down. That was easy, but now I can't find where I put all the stuff that stored. Perhaps I move them to an upstairs bedroom. They most definitely weren't in the basement.

Karal is exhausted. She's wanted nothing but sleep since our return, and although she visited Pam and Jake, she really only wanted the couch. I did, too, but because I'm home I'm already into the go-go-go mode. I'm just in the mood to purge it all. I need a bed, a toilet, and a chair to work. 

Now, time to enter a mini-adventure mode for a week. I've not taken time off in 14 years, accept when Tunga and I did Key West. He talked me into a road trip after dropping Alyssa off in Miami, so I said, "Okay. I can do this." I'm letting him take the lead and will simply flash my credit card when necessary. In truth, I want nothing more than to absorb all he has to say and offer on this adventure. I'm also just looking forward to something different. The parochial life at the University has dulled my sense of being. I need a revival and rejuvenation. We'll see where this takes us.