too many goodbyes

The birds were swarming over the Target at sunset tonight. Even the cart recepticles in the parking lot were swelled by feathered sillouettes against the lava sky. When I drove by a sweep of flying shadows passed beside my car.
Where are they flying? *sigh* Given my current predisposition to contemplation; analogies everywhere.
I know where the Settles are flying, that's a 23 hour drive I've actually done myself. Janet is trying to extricating herself from her multitude of "she does that too?" so she can fly into retirement. I know that wherever Matt is flying, he maintains control.
Time to bury myself in my work again. Fortunately, creating new splash screens doesn't really count as work.

wants

Rachel and J came over this evening...we talked about Rachel's new roomba, pondered what kind of person who would live a video game (leave it to CSI: Miami to explore THAT one), and discussed going home to Heaven.
Not too sleepy after they left, I started flipping through my catalogs. My girlfriends will be proud I didn't turn on my laptop to do some work. Instead, found some great shoes...
How quickly one's mind turns.

work work work

Amy said something last weekend about how I seemed to use a lot of energy at my work, so no wonder I crash so hard on the weekends.
Who wants to wait for a weekend? Just finished ferreting out freights for a fuel bid and turning over the new project envisioning document a couple times.