It's a crushing weight; I can literally feel shoulders pulled down. And it's a specific feeling - it's not a typical depression, or stress. This is an ominous sludge that I can't help but walk through. It's like I can feel it pulling me along and into its maw. I know of two moments in my life that I've felt this before, and if they're any indication... well, something wicked this way comes. Do I think I'm psychic? No, of course not.

I promise you that I've wanted to update, really I have. But, well, you know how it is. I'm getting married in three weeks, I've had birthday parties to attend, and now there's all sorts of training at work. It's a tough job, ya dig?

Well. Shit. If both Vickie and Kevin are going to update today, I guess I should too. Let's gloss over the big stuff, shall we? Since my last update we (that is, myself*, Vickie, CJ, and Tori) have been to Gatlinburg for a family vacation. So, what comes to your mind when you think of Gatlinburg, a tourist destination in Tennessee nested deep in the Smokey Mountains?

There are a growing number of things that I miss, things that I've neglected and things that I've chosen to abstain from, and this post is my way of making amends.