It's not dawn yet.

Five in the frelling AM and I'm up.

Deliberately.

I better be buying lots of karma with this.

An excerpt on fear and bravery

This one's especially for ginmar.

Excerpt from The Guns of Navarone by Alistair MacLean, Chapter 6: "Monday Night: 0200-0600", reprinted without permission and not for profit.

( Excerpt within. )

The book has its faults, but that passage really resonates...

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Okay, my brother's off to Phoenix. It's 7am.

I have done my virtuous deed of the day; I think I shall make up for it by being slothful for a good portion of the day.

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Have to go out for a little while - the Yankees' play is leaving me in some serious discomfort.

It's only April, it's only April, it's only April ... ooommmmmmmmm...

Oddness

Just put the pieces together and realized that I had lunch yesterday with a former United States Ambassador.

Suddenly I feel a little lightheaded. Not used to the altitude, I suppose.