Summer is on, in the air as well as by the celetial calendar. There's a change in the air; it feels like we're going to win this fucking thing, the tide will be turned back, and if we can hold the tentative and newly-minted alliances together in the post-Bush era, real world change the world change may be possible. Progress is back.

For my part, we had a raging big party last night. Fun times, playing host and running the grill and the blender. Annata, my late-night companion of late, was here, and that was good. I worry a bit about my wandering heart, but then I remember that worrying doesn't do anything but make me worried, that there's stress breeds stress and the best thing to do is to let one moment follow the next like it was meant to be. The most important thing is to stop struggling. Life will be what it is, and right now it's good. I'll take it.