Tomorrow is Friday.

On the way to Dow 14,000

Knowing you're almost done with the most work intensive (for me) 2nd year of law school.

Freshly shined whitewall tires

The prospect of going back to the alma mater for spring weekend

Walking on a May evening right after the sun has gone down

Seeing and smelling everything blooming for spring.

Driving with the windows down.

Coming in from the rain.

I think the biggest thing I have to be cheerful about is that I am not a gentleman. I am not a two dimensional cardboard cut out of a sheep either.

"To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women."

Conan the Barbarian

Eventually, Thom Brown will disappear entirely

lying upon the beach half in the water and half out, eyes squinted toward the horizon, with the fast foam advancing with a cool glide and retreating ever closer to chest, shoulders, head

the hot shower afterward, each pulsating stream assaulting the back of the neck and rolling sneakily down in an avalanche of growing and slowing suds

eating straight out a jar of wild blueberry jam or of homemade peanut butter

utterly relaxed in a swing at red sunset watching friendly birds skip close and serenade unseen lovers

to fall asleep between clean sheets still warm from the dryer when all is right with the world

Before you know it, SartFlatch 2008, and all of its attendant comedic elements, will be upon us.