The "SAD" alarm is back to the reddish-orange hue. It makes for a pleasant awakening every morning. Alarm clocks in my youth were so "jarring", from striking bells like an old firehouse's wall alarm to the sharp, piercing shrill of an electronic buzzer. Now it's an artificial sunrise with artificial birds chirping. Howes your coffee with Nark was good. I talked up the book and realized the more I do, the more committed I become to its completion, much like I have done in prior instances, in which setting myself up for the humiliation of failure inspires a focused effort to achieve success. GNO at the Brit was cut short when Jess had to bail. They got some concerning news about one of their dogs, Richie, a genetic connection to a prior dog, "Guinness", that they lost many years ago. Bev's having a hard time with it. I can relate to the situation based on my own experiences. (And you don't know if I mean the dog or the wife!) The remaining three of us hung out at Starbucks nearby and talked tech, movies, dogs, and wives. Being old is kinda cool. I think I'd like to stay here for a while longer.
