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Monday, February 11, 2002

That was the only way to describe it. The day was gray. Gray skies, a quiet office, and an inbox full of people describing the gray times of late. I was terribly unfocused for the better half of the morning. It was as though someone had just put me through a Gaussian blur filter and smudged all the details away, pixel by pixel. I plugged through my work dilegently, however, because I vowed to myself that this would be a productive week. Wake up early, eat right, work hard, and I did just that. But I still felt like the day was a pair of coke-bottle glasses.

In an effort to refocus, I exercised an hour longer than I usually do. I ran three and a half miles (that is up from two miles at the beginning of the year, so you have an idea of the rate of improvement here) and lifted more. It helped to some extent, and later, when I drove home, I turned off the radio and let the quiet hum from the engine center me. Mostly, it made me simply recount the day, minute-by-minute, and I wrote and rewrote this entry in my head.

This is Mark Farina's autograph. You probably don't know who he is, but he has been a mainstay DJ in my CD player for over four years now. Amazing, amazing stuff. My friend Cale is lucky enough to work at one of the more upscale hotels in the state and runs into a few famous people every now and then. Thanks for the autograph, Cale.