Early this morning as I was in my kitchen grabbing a bite to eat, I heard two distinct bangs coming from somewhere outside, loud enough to rattle my sliding glass patio doors. It took me a second or two to identify the cause. Of course it was none other than the sonic boom created as the Space Shuttle Endeavor passed high over Orlando on it's landing approach to Kennedy Space Center. This was one of the last times we Floridians would hear and feel our familiar booms. Atlantis, set for a July launch date will definitely be the last, if it lands here at the Cape. Especially in mid-summer what with our persistent weather issues during that season the chance is high the shuttle may be diverted to a California landing. If that's the case, then what I heard this morning would be the last.
I was feeling lonely Monday so I contacted Ric. He too is alone now that Joe and Zach are out. I picked him up at his house and we drove all the way back here so he could see my new apartment. We walked over to Clicks, had a few beers and, within an hour or so, got into an argument. He slept over on the air bed in the living room area. I brought him back to his place in Lake Mary by noon and didn't make any concrete plans to get together again. Now he has my home phone number but I don't think I'll take any calls from him. I'm not sure he'll even call, to tell you the truth. Frankly, I think were both finally over each other.
Well my obsession, none other than the Casey Anthony trial is about ready to start for today. Every minute of the trial is broadcast on our local cable company's dedicated news channel and if I can, I try to watch every juicy second. Since I'm still on vacation 'till tomorrow, I'm lovin' being an at-home amateur judge and jury. So far, I, like most I think, believe she's guilty. I don't think there was any accidental drowning. And the level of cover-ups and lies is astounding. But I can't believe that Casey's parents and brother are totally innocent either. There's definitely something odd there. Maybe not quite so far as the abuse the defense proports but something weird nonetheless.
I was feeling lonely Monday so I contacted Ric. He too is alone now that Joe and Zach are out. I picked him up at his house and we drove all the way back here so he could see my new apartment. We walked over to Clicks, had a few beers and, within an hour or so, got into an argument. He slept over on the air bed in the living room area. I brought him back to his place in Lake Mary by noon and didn't make any concrete plans to get together again. Now he has my home phone number but I don't think I'll take any calls from him. I'm not sure he'll even call, to tell you the truth. Frankly, I think were both finally over each other.
Well my obsession, none other than the Casey Anthony trial is about ready to start for today. Every minute of the trial is broadcast on our local cable company's dedicated news channel and if I can, I try to watch every juicy second. Since I'm still on vacation 'till tomorrow, I'm lovin' being an at-home amateur judge and jury. So far, I, like most I think, believe she's guilty. I don't think there was any accidental drowning. And the level of cover-ups and lies is astounding. But I can't believe that Casey's parents and brother are totally innocent either. There's definitely something odd there. Maybe not quite so far as the abuse the defense proports but something weird nonetheless.