...these boots are made for schlepping...

ahhh, well. i knew it had to come.

like a hangover in reverse - the endorphins rising and crescendoing in gorgeous unison, tapering off their merry old way for the next couple days and then... inevitably..

back to the land of the everyday - where late electric bills and messy kitchens await you.

back to those 5 (all right 10!) pounds you've been putting off losing...(i wonder if i could go a week living off carrot juice and coffee, hmmmm???)

and all the other humdrum installments of the day-to-day.

sooo...

here. a deep, swimming lap around the bases and here you are back at your own home plate, your nexxus, the center of it all. and it's not poetry and it's not glistening with song and endless innuendo.. but there is a certain something to it all these days..

so, on with those workin' boots and the rubber gloves, ready to bust out some hefty wads of elbow grease. cheers!!!

but you can dig in a little futher this time, knowing that your next chance to sprint around the bases may just come...

...any second now.