What a contrast: we had the glee of Friday matched with the gloom of a rainy day. What does it say about me if I like the gloom of a rainy day? I got up early, rode my rollers (imagine the place where bicycle meets treadmill), showered, shaved, and drove to work. The rain began to fall and I plugged away at work, happy for no specific reason other than general contentment.

By the time I post this entry, it will be the 31st anniversary of my birth into this world. After last year, this one does not seem all that important. When you grow up the milestone birthdays seem to be fewer and further between. More importantly, you aren’t nearly as excited to see them pass. Having said that, I feel that it is important to note that I am just as happy to turn 31 as I was to turn 26, or 28.

I sit here just minutes before I am to embark on another day at work. I am dressed for success, I am freshly bathed, and sufficiently feed for a busy morning in court. Now if I could just wake up.