Three tanks of gas and two haircuts into my stay here in God's Country. Feelin' fine, excepting my sprained ankle.

Hittin' on all the girls that I couldn't hit on when I was here last time on account of my ex-girlfriend. Maybe I should look her up as well. Hey, there ain't no one stoppin' me now.

AM Costa Rica!
Tico Times
Dear Betty

Employee logic.

The logic that employees use to defend their managers' decisions when they don't have all the knowledge to do so.

"Sir, I can't serve you in the drive thru unless you're in a car."

"Why not?"

"Because it's a DRIVE thru."

"So what?"

"It's just not safe, sir."

"Cars don't go through drive thrus at fifty miles per hour, dude. What's so dangerous about it?"

"It's just not safe."

"How do you sweep up all this trash out here? Do you have a machine that does it?"

"Sir, please."

"Or is it that Taco Bell employees are highly trained at dodging slow-moving cars?"

"Sir, I'll have to ask you to order inside."

"But the dining room is closed"

"Well, you'll have to come back when it's open."

???

Police use the same logic to enforce laws they don't understand. You can't blame them because most cops just aren't smart enough to be lawyers.

Sprained my ankle in a major way yesterday. Fell five feet into a window well while handing a big piece of plywood to a guy on a ladder. The funny thing--well, it's not funny yet, but it will be someday--is that for the past three weeks I've been building walls and roofs and have regularly performed such stupid acts as walking across unstable 15-foot-high exterior walls, or hanging from roof trusses by a knee to nail a two-by-four to something.

I sprain my ankle by falling from the ground to somewhere below it.

But hey, I'm not all that down on it. It's a cool story to tell when I see someone else with a sprained ankle. Everyone loves those stories.

I'm two gas tanks into my return from Central America. Though the livin' is easy here, I still don't feel much at home. I worry that, as the days roll by, I might forget my vision and sink back into the grind. I constantly have to remind myself that "There's a whole world out there," and that it beckons me to return to it...It's hard to fight the numbness, however.

Mountain bikes, SUVs and restaurants with comfortable atmospheres. They just put me to sleep. Only the thought of injuring myself in some grand fall keeps my heart going around here.

Built a roof on a house last week. It involved a lot of lifting, climbing, and standing on very high and precarious structures. My hands are sore from constant mis-hammerings and heavy-object-droppings. My muscles are sore as well. So far, I haven't injured any of my bones or organs, but that doesn't mean it won't ever happen. It's the holding heavy objects still while standing twelve feet off the ground that sometimes creeps me out. That seems to be when I'm at the most risk of impaling myself on an upright two-by-four.

Saturday morning
my things in the summer heat
couches never sold

I am Wordicus.