Work has confined me to

Sep 02 2001
Work has confined me to Atlanta for the long weekend. It's like a ghost town around here; everyone I know made it out of town for the holiday. My AIM buddy list is vacant, it is raining outside again, it is stuffy and sticky inside the apartment; I need to get out of here. My favorite wine even tastes moldy. I was supposed to go to Fort Walton with Kristen and her family, but I had to cancel at the last minute. They all seemed disappointed, and so was I. It would have helped my general disposition to look at the sea for a while, even in the rain. At the ocean, the rain doesn't confine, it isolates, and isolation is better than confinement. Isn't it?