The Enigma that is life…

So I tend to like enigmas. Not that I'm terribly good at solving them, but I do. And I do eventually get at the solutions… however long it might take. Even when the enigmas are personal, or esoteric or or something.
So why is it that these enigmas like to hit me over the head with a sledge hammer when I least desire to solve them?

Anywho… Life still chugs along wonderfully. Hard to believe that at this point next week I ought to be en route to the airport… if not already almost there.

I can't wait until LSSP/ICON. To see so many amazing friends again will be so fantabulous!

I wish I had a personal masseuse.