call the wah-mbulance

I forgot my bike helmet for the second time this week. Not sure how that happens, as I'm a big proponent of bike helmets. And after seeing that kid on East Washington wiped out on the pavement, shoe 20 feet away, face like ground beef, I'd be more diligent. But somehow this morning, after detaching my pant leg ties from it, I forgot to put on my helmet. Mush is my mind inside. Oatmeal. And for this reason, it's especially important that I protect the outside of it.

The good news is that this cloud of academic haze is clearing, as I knock off my semester projects. Things are starting to fall into place; the dust is settling and shapes are visible. It's like Genesis all over -- soon there will be light, then plants and animals and finally people will appear to pave over Eden (metaphorically speaking).

The other god news is that James (bro) and Al had a successful new kid party. Still no news on the name...