Dum, du du dum.

I feel a sense of ominous anxiety. However, that has nothing to do with the past week. This weekend, I went to Illinois to see my Dad's side of the family and attend my uncle's wedding. Unfortunately, going there had a price: personality reversion. I became a younger version of myself that was antisocial, immature, and unwilling to do anything about it. It's over now, thank goodness. I'm back, and approximating maturity again.

The wedding itself was quite interesting. The preacher, who was the bride's brother, wasn't a great speaker, and liked to talk, so that wasn't a whole lot of fun. The food was really good. There was cake, pie, and punch. Lots of people there to talk to, and I enjoyed meeting a few strangers. After that we went to the farmhouse and hung out with family. My uncle and his wife went off to their honeymoon after a few hours, but we still had plenty of fun without them.

Some knitting was accomplished, but the most significant thing I did with my time was read. I got through four books during the three days we were there. They were smaller than my usual type of novel. I was really glad I bought a trilogy at walmart on a whim right before we left, or I would have been very bored.

Other than the trip, life has been tripping along normally. Me and my guy friend are hanging about a good bit, but summer is slow, and there is not much one can do about it.

Ta ta,
Greeny