Summer begins, sort of

I have a friend who lost a bunch of retirement money (and his job) when Enron came apart, so I assume he's amused that Skilling and Lay were pretty much convicted of everything. Not that anyone will get anything back, but it might serve to make one's Vengeance Care Bear happier.

I always figured they should have extra care bears... Lust Bear, Envy Bear, Vengeance Bear, Fuck Off Bear... they missed out.

I'm not looking forward to the summer... the stupid people are already out on the roads, practicing their maneuvers. You know the ones, the "I'll drive 55 in the left lane and force everyone to try to pass me on the right, then honk and flash my lights when they actually do so." Or the ever-popular "drive for 50 miles with my left turn signal on." Or the "ignore two miles' worth of warning signs and try to merge into one lane at the last possible moment, then get mad when no one will let you in."

They're already out there, and this weekend, I'll see a lot more of them. I am not looking forward to it, but options for avoidance are not all that good if I'm leaving from work on Friday. Argh.

The weekend itself is going to be a little puzzling. I really am feeling less and less sure what I want to have happen with Kelly. And yes, things have cooled off a bit since we met down in Richmond. I'm not sure what it is. There's a part of her that is just, for me, unmanageably old. Yes, that sounds terrible, it sounds unfair, but that's what I'm feeling. Still, I intend to see her and try to sort it out for sure, rather than just push the EJECT button as so many others have done with me.

I have to charge the Segway batteries.