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Dec 18, 2008 18:35




12.18.08
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Dearest Friends,

I am alive and well. For now that is. Those of us here in Seattle have been assailed by three days of snow, and though the accumulations have been rather small in real-world amounts, they have been more than enough to bring the Emerald City to its knees. That last bit of hyperbole is, of course, what the news has been reporting. All day long, shrill television reports have shown us footage of traffic brought to a halt, people stranded by buses that will never arrive, and the inevitable accident, or twelve. This city finds it very hard to maintain roads in this weather, the schools have been closed through Friday, and I have been out of work. I haven't gone much of anywhere in two days, except for a short run last night. I would have reveled in a longer one today, in the snow and accompanying chaos, but for the fact that I seem to have hurt my left foot again. I am beyond pissed about it.

I have been reading again, though. For the first time in a long while, I've just been getting comfortable, and immersing myself in the written word. I just finished S.M. Stirling's "The Sunrise Lands" (I needed a bad sci-fi fix), and have begun tackling Philip Roth's "The Plot Against America". I have also slowly been making my way through "Daniels' Running Formula" and taking copious amounts of notes. I have 10 1/2 weeks until the beginning of track season, and I am doing everything I can to position my runners for even greater success than they achieved last year. Yeah, I'm that obsessive.

Things have otherwise been very quiet. I have the feeling that my dreadful financial situation, compounded as it has been by the school closings, is going to cause me to have to keep a fairly low profile for the next little while, which is not really much of a change from the norm. I am a hermit.

Until later...

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