On the upswing

That's two weekends in a row without a stitch of work. Well, unless you consider gnawing through big hunks of turkey and sneaking little handfuls of my kids' jellybeans to be work. Pretty soon I'll be living on the street at this rate. I ran again on Sunday, once again without suffering anything beyond the normal expected levels of defibrillation. Sunday had a great feel to it -- just like back in the days before all of this career foolishness when I knew I was a deadbeat but I could still run 10 miles and then come home and cook and drink wine all day.

James Lovelock says we've got 20 good years left. I do have my moments when I feel as though I should spend them exactly like this.