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When I got out of bed at 4:45 last Thursday morning, it was freezing outside. I was headed to Vegas, so I didn't bother wearing a heavy coat. When I returned yesterday morning, I was wearing a fleece jacket. I stripped it off when I realized it was in the high 70s and sunny.

This afternoon, I am already almost recovered from my four-day jaunt to Vegas (full stories will be chronicled over the next few days at Up For Poker). I've settled into work catch-up, playing with my new iPod, and wearing no shoes or socks. I have the back door of the house wide open. It's still like late summer outside and can find no reason to complain.

I spent the last few days talking to writers and computer geeks about my future. No fewer than three people cornered me and said something along the lines of, "You are going nowhere until you tell me what's going on in your life, Mr. Mysterious." At least one loosened me up with free beer.

The silly thing was, I don't even know what I am doing with my life, so I had a hard time explaining it to others. Hopefully, by the next time I see these friends I will be able to say, "Yeah, I'm doing X and loving it."

In the meantime, I'm going to sit back and enjoy the warm weather while it lasts.