Back to Work

I've come full circle, back to the OTR... where the cars look like covered wagons and parking is difficult to come by. Once I get into my routine, things will undoubtedly feel more permanent. At the moment, I feel like a lost dog. I hate the feeling. I've chosen to live in a way that needs footing. I need to be grounded or stuff like schedules just go to hell and you run yourself ragged trying to keep up.

The prospect of an actual home is looking more and more real. The fingers are still crossed and I knock on wood more now than I did this time last year.

Happy Opening Day. What was the reason for keeping Aaron Harang?