I've talked about this before in other places and on other blogs, but as I sit here watching Walk the Line and drinking beer I can see the fireflies around the lake flashing in the growing darkness and I marvel at it as I always do. It's a simple magic. A little thing that makes everything feel right for as long as that little light is aglow. I'm very happy that this is a short week. Tasha will be coming out on Thursday for the weekend and I've got to find some fireworks for us to go see. Sunday I'm going to go back with her and get my bike. It'll be a good weekend. I need a good weekend. Later.