Some days just start off poorly and never recover, and based on how today is going i’d be tempted to claim i’m suffering from “a case of the Mondays” but in truth i actually feel pretty good. Awaking before my alarm clock, at 5.45 because the furnace kicked on, was a much less jarring transition out of slumber than the mind-wrenching beeping of the clock, although it was largely a result of crashing into bed around 9.30 the night before, completely exhausted from a long, six-and-a-half-day work week. I was temporarily on the verge of furious this morning, trying in vain to find downtown parking when every garage was closed (president’s day) and every street space was taken (because it’s free today – again with the day of the presidents). After finally settling on a surface lot near the waterfront for $14 – because i was certainly not going to pay Seattle Muni Tower $24 for the priviledge, even if they are an elevator ride away from the gym – i realized their “full-day” expires at 5.30pm, and as i’ll most certainly be downtown later than that today i’ll be moving and re-parking again this evening. Somehow, though, i’m numb to the annoyance, perhaps because traffic was ridiculously light with the holiday and because driving meant i didn’t have to spend 30 minutes in the cold waiting for a bus that refuses to adhere it its own posted schedule.

Sure, yet another day in the Allstar Fitness locker room without hot water is material enough to begin building a sour mood, but by the time i reached the office where it was 1) quiet, 2) dark and 3) approximately 104 degrees F, i felt cozy and relaxed, and 16oz of sweet nectar from the Starbucks fairy melted the sourness away. So amiable is my current mood that i’m not even bitter about my coworkers who are “so tired” from skiing in Whistler all weekend while i spent 16 hours saturday hunched over a laptop. Even though i probably should be, i’m not dreading and stressing about the upcoming week, where staff absences, further software rollouts and what i’m sure will be countless menial, tedious tasks associated with said rollouts will doubtlessly build into a hurricane work week of epic purportions. Perhaps because i had a solid breakfast today, and a good (albiet chillingly-concluded) workout. A sunday afternoon spent tinkering with electrical projects and playing video games with Clint, followed by an evening curled up by the fireplace with the latest