Eighteen wheels and a dozen roses
Ten more miles on his four day run
A few more songs from the all night radio
Then he'll spend the rest of his life
With the one that he loves
      -- Kathy Mattea

Okay, it's not eighteen wheels, and Ethel doesn't like roses. And it's not the rest of my life.

But when I finish up my day's work today, I'll head home, and spend a whole week with whatsername. And that's a wonderful thing.

And it's my understanding that she's happy about it, too. That's an even more wonderful thing - to have somebody that you admire and want to be with, who wants to be with you. Pretty cool stuff.

I have notions about us sailing and going climbing, and running towards each other though fields of mountain daisies, but I suspect that it's gonna be jackhammering and landscaping :)