Over the weekend, I finally changed the locks on the garage and the basement storage room, and started moving things out of (paid) storage. If before the next billing cycle I can finish that, get to the gym ten times, start flying again, and hang with Little Brother, I’ll feel a whole hell of a lot better.

Update 10/2:
Been to the gym twice, exercised outside once.
Moved more things out of storage, about 50% done now.
Got the name of a new flight instructor, and updated my address with MassPort Security, but still no scheduled flight time.
Still haven’t hung out with Little Bro.

I’m sitting in a moving bus with leather seats, air conditioning, flat screen video, a conference table, power inverters for every seat, and free onboard wireless internet access. I just got off the phone with a developer at a customer organization thousands of miles away. I’m chatting with co-workers back at the office about ongoing projects. Meanwhile, outside the bus window, the Bronx rolls by.

Wow.

is making me remember how much fun I used to have playing tennis, and what a beautiful game it is in general. The sound of a hard-hit ball coming off the racquet, all the different kinds of spin you can put on the ball, the way the pros routinely paint the lines or hit impossible angle shots, the drop shot to the topspin lob, the buggy-whip…

I think my recent posts were so whiny and negative that seeing them prevented me from moving in a new direction. UPDATE wp_posts SET wp_password = 'foo' WHERE 1 got the job done.