Poster boy

Hey Toe,
I thought of a post-topic this morning but have no time to post it. It was about time passing and how much time has gone by since I got married relative to how much time passed between me meeting my wife and me graduating from high school (they are the exact same number of years, amazingly, but seem so vastly different in length to me).

I like your rumination on high school yearbook inscriptions. I know what you mean. Some of those kids were pretty cool, even the ones that weren't.

It's a beautiful day in the midwest, and I am inside working at a computer.

I'll write more later.
Love,
E-word