It's late and I'm tired and...

I've had a long day but a good one (with Chauntelle and her parents are here, too), but I just wanted to give a quick update and it seemed like it might be fun to make my update in one long, stream-of-conscious sentence, which is my pathetic attempt to rip off Faulkner, whose typewriter, as you may be aware, had no period key; although, I think it did still have a key for colon/semicolon, so I may have to lean on them a bit here, as I have some bit to say before I close this puppy out, for example, to convey the fact that I have not stopped working in Clemson after all, apparently I'm doing well enough that the area manager (that's Ronnie Lackey; used to work in Knoxville, likes turkey jerky) felt there was no need to shake things up at Kennametal, so there I continue to remain continuing, staying and continuing and remaining put out there in that general area, where, on Monday, the folks will still be pissed off about the interception in the third overtime against Miami, which ruined an otherwise pleasant Saturday for them paw-wearing Clemsontonians; but, anyhoo, it looks like I'll be there through October; and Chauntelle's parents are visiting, so we've been eating out a lot, which is probably why my poo schedule is a bit off, but we went up to Flat Rock and visited Connemara, where Carl Sandburg lived and, later on, died, and we saw us some goats and that was nice except that they smelled kind of bad, which probably should not have come as a surprise to us, being as they were goats; I'm not sure what we will do on Sunday, which, according to my clock, is today now, and not tomorrow, and I still love living here in Greenville and the weather has been good, maybe a little too hot this past week, but nice, and I am really looking forward to autumn coming on soon, and I want to get out and do some hiking and buy some bikes and do some riding around and just get out and just do stuff because we can because we're here and life is not too bad, is it?