itchy feet

Next to my desk a vase is full of dead red carnations. I wish the weather would heat up so I could start wearing the dresses that litter my closet. I go home in t-20 days. I miss my dog and sitting on the front porch reading and drinking sweet tea, barbeque from Vandys, my sister playing the piano and then my brother coming down to either tell her its too loud or to butt in for attention. But life here isn't dull: I go camping this weekend. Sunday, Sanna comes for 10 days. Time just seems to move so slowly and then so fast. I am convinced but cannot prove that time does not exist.