Too many shadows in my room
Too many hours in this midnight
Too many corners in my mind
So much to do to set my heart aright
Oh, it's taking so long
I could be wrong--I could be ready
Oh, but if I take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady

I am in repair
I'm not together
But I'm getting there
I am in repair

John Mayer has given me my life motto: "I am in repair."

I want to introduce you to my one-week fling.  You know how it is when you've been with someone for so long, and they get sick or break down and you're feeling healthy and going strong?  Who's to blame you if you find companionship elsewhere?  That was me last week.  My long-term relationship had a cam sensor go bad, so I found a temporary replacement and left my silver at home to rest.

Those of you who know me won't be surprised to learn that I went with an older model, but you might be surprised to know it had a manual transmission.  I liked it.  More hands, more movement, more action.  I always like that.  It was a big confidence-builder, and I learned a lot.  That's why I like older models, and this one even had more energy than my own; it could get it up better and longer on those long, dark hills. 

Alas, all flings must end sometime.  A friend's boyfriend came over last Saturday and did the surgery on my silver, leaving me with no more reason for the blue.  And you know what?  I was glad to have my own back.  Maybe he's a little less exciting, a little more sluggish, and a little less flashy, but he's mine.  I know him.  We've got a long road ahead of us.  AND he has a radio. 

I feel like posting today.  What luck.  I haven't posted in awhile, so there are actually things to be said.  Long silences are easier to break than short ones, and it's easier to talk to people after not talking to them rather than trying to keep up long strings of never-ending conversation.

Autumn is almost here.  That is an official announcement.  Wake up, world!  I first felt it at the beginning of September, and now it's so close I can almost taste it.  I come alive in the autumn, and yes, I know I exclaim about it every year.  I Love Autumn.  Adore it.

In less than five weeks, I will be in Maine, my favorite spot in the world so far.  I'll be staying in Stockton Springs (check out my apartment here) and knocking about the coastline north and south of there for a week.  Joy and delight. 

In current news, I am at this moment forcing down an entire Dr. Pepper from Wendy's in an (unsuccessful) attempt to combat the horrible, horrible aftertaste of the antibiotic pill I just took.  I've been ambushed for the last week by a raging bacterial infection, which I think is officially over, but the pills have still got me down.  Only one more day to go, though, and I'll be free of them.

Work is good.  I just got a tiny raise, which is notably better than no raise at all, and I'm enjoying my time in the legal world while keeping my eye on the end of the tunnel.  The three classes I'm taking this semester (World Religions, General Psychology, and Literature-Based Research) haven't overwhelmed me yet, which I consider to be a good sign.

In the automotive department, my car has about 2500 miles to go before it hits the 300,000 mile mark, and in reward for its service I'd love to replace it, but since I don't need to, I won't.  Life is like that.

My LS and I went whitewater rafting a week ago.  My first time, and it was great.  Anything with water is always good.  Shyler was amazing.  Fearless.  I was impressed.

My piano is tuned, my internet at home still doesn't work, my lunch break is over, and I still taste that bally pill.  Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.