I always do this. Wait until the last minute, or at least late the night before my trip, to pack everything. Heck, even now I’m goofing around on the computer instead of packing my socks into neat little rolls. At this time tomorrow I’ll be touching down in a different hemisphere with another stamp on the old passport. Beef jerky, gummy bears, and iPod locked, loaded, and ready to go. I’ll post again while out and about if I get a chance.

Trammell: Tram, Tram Bam, Big Boy/Kid/Guy, Tram and Cheese Sandwich, Tramapalooza, Trammellstein.

Taylor: Tay, Tay Tay, Fat Dog, Fatty, Big Girl, Taylor Brattan, Tay Brat, Brat Brat, Little Buddha.

Nora: Nor, Little Dog, Nor Brat, Noraprenephrine, Psycho.

Driving home from work tonight the moon looked like hammock dangling in the sky. I could’ve curled up in that image and gone to sleep.

My wetsuit returned to me today from California. I ripped the box open like a present on Christmas. It’s good to have you back old friend. I must say I’ve been nothing but impressed by the customer service provided by Rip Curl. Always polite, helpful, and very down to earth on the phone, great warranties, and now a super quick turnaround on my repair request (about 8 days from the day I mailed it out to them). Plus free shipping back to me. Zero complaints. They did a nice job fixing the stitching I had coming loose and also reattached the knee pad that was detatching. Now I just need a few weeks above freezing to breakup that pesky ice shelf.

The dogs are farting up a storm while I sit here at my computer. All three of them. Taking turns letting ’em loose every couple of minutes while they sleep . Really quite potent and awful. Pffff…

Other than that though, I’ve been having a very pleasant day. I’m back on my fruit kick and am trying to stick with a fairly strict smoothie routine in the mornings. One mango, one banana, half a dozen frozen strawberries, few scoops of yogurt, some orange/fruit juice and it’s all good, baby, it’s all good.

I really think it makes a difference in my functioning. I just feel a little sharper, a little more present in my day. Who knows? Maybe it’s all a placebo, but since I’ve been back on my kick I’ve got a little a little extra bounce. Adding the consistency of sprinting around on a basketball court for a couple hours twice a week probably hasn’t hurt either.

Good grief, these dogs reek. Pffff…