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?