Finally at a place in life that looks familiar, if only briefly. Surfacing to edit this in an attempt to interact with the world, and knowing life will suck me back in again. Are we living life if we don't stop and contemplate it? I'm not sure if I have time to find out.. That is the humour, I suppose. Its spring, or almost - in fact the almost makes me even more itchy with spring fever... soon, soon, soon.. the promise is intoxicating, in both the good and bad ways...