Amazing what you can get done with a veritable gun to your head. Deadlines that can't be extended... Read More

Trapped. Again. Sunday morning. 8 a.m. (It is really 7. The clocks leapt forward overnight. See, magic... Read More

It was a long Saturday with books and carts. I'd been away the previous two weekends. I can't remember... Read More

I awoke very early, as is the norm now. My shoulders still twinge if they bend or I reach the wrong way... Read More

It's Monday. I'm driving down to I 270 to Gaithersburg. Travis is driving. I haven't been down here... Read More

58 inside. 13 degrees out... If I had known it was going to get this cold, I would have stoked the fire... Read More