I am calm in chaos.  My wings create a storm about me and I sit contentedly inside it, my heart beating faster than anyone.

I am a duck on the water.  I am chaos disguised as calm.  My feathers are uniformly smooth, the water about me still.  Underneath my legs are a fury of work and survival.

I am all of these things.  Today and always.  I am not afraid of death, but rather feel a disappointment at the idea of being dead.  There is so much I could be doing and to not be able to do any of it makes me sad to think about.

Meredith and I registered for our wedding gifts.  We planned on registering at two stores and we’ve already got one in the bag.  The plan is to hit the other one on Sunday.  Registering is fun, but tiring.  I was surprised by this paradox.  We joked and had a lot of fun and took our time finding just the right items.  I’m looking forward to doing it again on Sunday.

That’s it, I suppose.  I’m introspective today and feel that I should be writing, but I really don’t know what to say.