Within the next few minutes I will be off to Orlando for the holiday weekend. I may check my e-mail in the duration, but there are no guarantees. Additionally, new articles will not be available until Tuesday or Wednesday despite a few recently received complaints about my fluctuating posting behaviour.
With me heading south into the night shall travel Russ, who has been staying with me
for that last two months. I am sorry to ferry her back four hours away from my contact, but it is in her best interests given the assortment of medical issues common to a cat of her years — seventeen as of November. I will have to make a special effort to pop back to Orlando soon so that I can visit with her again.
Generally speaking, I am in a state of disbelief over the fact that Christmas is only one day away. It seems impossible that it has been one year since I left my last job. Or that it has been now three months, twenty-five days since I moved to Tallahassee and started my job with the government.
Time is an interesting character, indeed.
Photo Credit: David July
A change of pace is always welcome. Even though my new routine is still fairly fresh, the enjoyment of spending time with someone familiar was timely, if not belated. Chris
came up to Tallahassee last Wednesday night and has been here providing company up until about an hour ago. He now headings back toward central Florida via Interstate-10, driving through the gently cool but breezy evening.
Although the opportunity to visit sites such as the Old Capitol Building
and the 22nd floor observatory and tour
at the current Capitol was nonexistent due to the holiday, we managed to spend the time with ease. In fact, it is truly hard to believe that these past days have gone by so quickly. But then again, I do suppose that is how the aphorism "time flies when having fun" came to exist in the first place.
Regardless, tomorrow marks the resumption of the standard daily routine. Work, laundry, grocery shopping and the need to clean. But the current backlog of these tasks was all worth it, of course. I again conclude with with a present-day look
at McCord Point where Thomasville Road breaks away from North Monroe Street to compare with its 1966 counterpart above. Just to the right outside of the frame is the notorious Prince Murat Motel
Since I have been enjoying That '70s Show season three on DVD
and discovered the development folder containing the Easter Egg
— a hidden message or feature in a movie, book, CD, DVD, or computer program — planned for this site when it was last rebuilt in February 2005, I decided that it was fine time I complete that little project. But instead of continuing work on the Gattaca
-themed Easter Egg already in progress, I decided to make a little tribute to That '70s Show
Let me know what you think if you find it.