and i'm back. great.

i miss the sand. i miss the surf. i learned to surf, in fact, while on vacation last week. i have to say that while there, i had no idea how difficult returning to the daily grind would be. especially when that daily grind is compounded by moving a year worth of apparent pack-ratting into boxes that will go to a new place. packing, even with a drink and loud music, offers less fun than i anticipated.