With as much travel as I’ve done over the prior two weekends, with hundreds of pictures to process, and thousands of words to brog, I finally feel like I’ve caught up to everything finally.  I’d been sitting down at my computer at home, or computer at work, or my laptop anywhere else trying to plug through a list in a text file that I’ve gradually whittled down throughout the last two weeks, and just this weekend, I’ve officially completed the list.

Now, it’s one of those feelings where it’s almost kind of hard to believe that I’m done with it all.  For once, I don’t have a jotted down note, written many days ago, reminding me of what I need to write.  It’s like I’ve forgotten what this feels like again, and I have no direction.  But I’m sure such will dissipate quickly the moment the inspiration to write strikes when I see the right stimulus.