Hopefully

Lake Michigan during a training run, 2009

Perhaps it's the season, but a world of possibilities feels open right now. As has been obvious thought posts like yesterday, the house is starting to look damn near livable and soon the cardboard boxes will invade our apartment. Routine frustrations feel quieter as there seems a number of options open out there. Even running feels new again, not having to be buried under several layers of Under Armor. The nonsmoking campaign 2011 is closing on month 2. Take that monkey!

All in all, things are good. When I can remember that, and stay out of the way I usually feel optimistic more often than not. Here's hoping, literally.