"Florida's not so bad," pundit says.

Sunday's and some Saturday's tend to be the only days that I wake up early (usually for religious reasons). Today, it's because this cavity has spun out of control and it's going to be the death of me. Even after drinking close to a full bottle of liquid Tylenol, the pain is still a grown-bish. So, instead of just lying in bed creating rythms out how the pain throbs, I just woke up.

And, ish (!), ran out of cofee yesterday. Which means I had to leave the house, which brought me here, to work, downloading music (my laptop refuses to download a burner...frikkin firewalls).

Before I got to work, however, I braved the densest, thickest fog I'd ever seen. It was like I was literally driving through clouds in the sky. It was actually kind of magnificent. I had the windows down and the sun roof open, too, which was cool, because it's morning so the temp was cool. And as you drove through this fog (that had to be made of something other than moisture), these figures would appear, kinda blurry-like -- the palm trees. And it's morning, so you could still hear the birds chirping. And it's Sunday morning, so the roads were kinda empty. And it's here, on a cool Sunday morning, driving through fog that you can only get in Florida, catching eery glimpses of tropical trees you can only see in Florida (and a few other American regions), that I acknowledged that Florida living ain't that bad. I dump on my new home a lot here on the blog. But in actuality, it's a lil aight.