Partly Cloudy

I have been feeling a little odd lately. i have chocked it up to these self-imposed heart attacks that we political junkies have about this time of the year, 3 out of every for years (here). you may call them 'election days'.

heh.

Most people that know me know that i'm pretty damn optimistic. i'm not always happy, but i always think that i, or someone, can fix what's wrong. its just a matter of knowing what's really wrong and thinking hard enough on how to fix it. that doesn't make it easy, but rather that the means to make it all work just have to be found.

Two days ago, i saw a friend of mine named Morgan Shands. i've know morgan in various ways for 12 years, but i really only count the last 5. we were talking about work after election day and he said "So, what do you want to do?"

"So, what do you want to do?"

Morgan has a tone to let you know what he's asking isn't just chit chat. its a loaded question--if he's on your side. it isn't curiosity. its him saying "what do we need to make happen". i couldn't put a value on how that feels. all i know is that i left the room feeling like any damn thing in the world could happen...and it probably will...and it will be good. damn good.