To Atlanta and back. To being around tons of family, eating and drinking too much, remembering names and shooting hoops with my nine year old nephew, to sitting here in a sun flooded apartment after a day of work. I can hear birds chirping and Atticus is watching my every move, in case I magically pull out a Doritos chip. Atticus has placed himself directly in the warm golden caress of a sun beam. Scout lays on the floor, stretching.
I don't feel like blogging, because there are so many things I have to do. I'm working tomorrow and Friday as well. They keep asking me back so I keep coming back.
Now, it's night. Yeah, I gave in to the not feeling like blogging thing. Since then I've been to the grocery store where an old man tried to use his wheely walker/cart to boost some groceries, including $500 worth of aspirin from the store. He'd taken the loot and stashed their entire inventory inside a stolen plastic trash can, looked for an opportune time and went for it. Though I'm sure his sneakiness would put a lion's prowess to shame, he got made by an aware, not to mention completely astounded, checker. Calls for security and a slow speed chase later, the geriatric bandit was apprehended, led back into the store and into a room for holding until the poh-lice arrived.
I know I feel that much safer tonight.