It feels like the first day of summer around here and to celebrate I went for an evening run through McKinley Park and, happily, the roses did not make me sneeze until after I got home. Now Cory's on his way to an SF show and I'm drinking black coffee and listening to the Spurs-Nuggets game. I have a project to work on. A project that will hopefully quell the nagging sense of what-am-i-doing-with-my-life that seems to come on strongest at 4 a.m. when the entire house is dark and all I can hear is the sound of two cats and one man breathing - and all those irksome voices in my head.
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LA was actually Fullerton/Anaheim and it was nice as far as work things go but I have a question. Probably a stupid one, but what is that giantic-as-all-hell mountain that's near Ontario? Do you know the one that I'm talking about? It's the one that you fly right by and feel as if you could reach out and touch if doing such a thing did not involve being sucked out into the stratosphere by the sheer force of the jetstream.
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I got back from SoCal late Saturday night and was too tired to go to a party to which we'd been invited. Instead it was an exciting evening at the Jim-Boy's drive-through and watching last week's "Gilmore Girls" episode. I was almost asleep by the time Richie Rich's dad offered Rory the prize internship. Still exhausted, Sunday was a lost day devoured by random tasks and must-be-dones...then, Sunday night. The Kings game.

Sigh. Let's just say it was really fun despite the crappy fourth quarter turn-around. Any night in which you nearly lose your voice from screaming (and you are not fighting) has to be a good one, right? Although I will say this: If we are ever filthy rich enough to buy season tickets we will NOT purchase them for Sec. 203, Row L, seats 11 &13 because that guy two seats over? Oh my goodness. Dude, shut up. Do you think they can hear you all the way down on the court? I mean, seriously this guy was not just some random back-seat coach kinda guy. I think he really thought he was calling plays.
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OK, back to the coffee and the project ...