Can you hear me, will you listen? Don't come near me, don't go missing

Hmm. I'm feeling a little queasy. I hope I don't spew.

Anyway, I don't feel like talking about much. Today was the first day digging after our trip to Jordan. An unfortunate marketing flaw I saw there: "Crust Toothpaste."

The bus ride was really long, so I started making a list of my 52 Favorite Things, as inspired by the song. I've attempted this before, and I can't seem to make it all the way. I'm not even that picky--I'll put in things that I like, but aren't necessarily my favorite. And I still fall short--do I really only like 38 things? Gee.

I enjoy making that list, though. It's not a list of favorite books or music or things like that, but more favorite "little things." It includes things such as airplane take-offs and landings, going to the grocery store, shaving cream, wearing black tights, walking on balance beams, haircuts, mixing different colors of paint, and the feeling that a song is faster when I hear it upon waking up.

I'm reaching the point in this trip when I begin craving food from home. Actually, I more miss cooking and baking--I like the food here. You know, a cucumber for breakfast, a bowl of cereal for dinner, what's not to like? Although, I've really been wanting a popcorn ball. That was a torturous craving this weekend because "Jordan" sounds like popcorn.

Nothing works up the appetite like digging from 5 to noon, eh?