And when I stepped through the doors of the school, I was blinded by the sun. Blue sky lapped at the furious glow, whispered by cottonclouds. I stumbled and waited for my eyes to adjust, then spread my arms and hugged the warmth.

Sunglasses on, then over to the car. Windows down -- breakbeats up. The first warm-weather drive home of the year is always the best one. My car's piece o' crud CD player refused to play halfway home, but it hardly mattered.

And then I walked my dog; we were met along the way by a tiny pug, who insisted on walking with us and sniffing as we went. A minute later, his owner -- a boy of maybe ten -- came trotting after him; the boy was followed soon after by a half-dozen his age. And then some guys came out to shoot hoops; clearly the first game of the season.

And then I hopped on my bike and tore off -- going nowhere and everywhere, no longer bounded by the vicious ice or acid winds. Weaving around cars, blazing along the bike path. My head itched from the sweat and my ears pounded with the breakbeats (how ridiculous for the CD to play more perfectly on my bike).

And then I came home and poured a huge glass of apple juice and blogged.

TimeWaster™

And now for something completely different: X. Don't stop until you get to the tree.

Today I'm listening to: da damn phreak noize phunk! (Intriguing side note: I did a Google search for "phreak noise phunk" and it asked me: "Did you mean: 'phreak noize phunk'?" Why, yes -- I did! Google is more hip to band names than I am.)