travel bugs.

duders,
it's a good thing i know
not to look forward too far to too much.
now,
take a deep breath,
and join me on a tired tirade of tempestuous time travel:
it's saturday, already.
that means that for all intents and purposes,
today's the day;
the last full day of non-travel april vacation.
the last night with my kidlets.
and that's only three short sweet days until i'm out of here,
headed west.
headed one full hour into the past, even.
in between now and then, though,
i've got a southern sojourn ahead of me...
ohhhhh, MAN.
yes, indeed, i do.
connecticut beckons.
and it sounds just like percolating fart noises.
that's waterbaby 'rrhea, y'heard?
what?
no.
i'm not too pysched on the idea either.
especially considering that there's never a good reason to go there.
...and this is no exception.
but it's still happening.
so hard.
there's respects to be paid,
and i always try and cover my expenses.
hard styles, harder times, and hard lives;
i'm gonna run up against all of that in less than a day.
and that's not the least of it-
since i've got an all-day appointment on monday,
my last day in n.h. for a hot minute,
i'm up and out and on the road again,
crack-o'dawn-early shirley monday mornin',
northbound and obligated, an' all that;
and all that before i head halfway back down,
to the crummy airport on tuesday.
i'm sure by then the best-case best-behavior scenario
will be the only thing flyin'...
right out of the window.
ramblin', mutha-b!tches,
that's what i'm going to be doing,
for the next seventy to ninety hours or so.
F* that sh!t, ninjas.
there's no place like home.
that's word.
***********
dang.
doing what needs to be done.
that's what's up.
saturday night specials.
that's also what's up.
the last night in town.
we four.
something special;
that's what needs doing,
and i'm just the mutha-ucka to do it;
never quiet, never soft.....