The weather has been wonderful, lately. Yoru and I have spent a bit more time just hangig out in the backyard enjoying the atmosphere. And on my bike rides to and from work I don't wear my jacket anymore. The smell in the air reminds me of adventures I'd go on near Platteville, which in turn reminded me of earlier adventures, I'm sure. I bought myself an MP3 player and have been listening to Dreams From My Father.

I had some kind of dream about a neighborhood at night, and other than vague feelings about large plastic tubes that's all I remember about it. Not too important, I guess.

I've been staying at work a lot trying to make progress on both Cruizin and Schweser carts.

I think I feel great. Content, anyway. In a way I haven't felt at least since 2008.