On a Day Like Today
09/23/2002 06:20 p.m.

Beatiful days were made for people like me.  I hadn't the ability to enjoy them so much before I started fighting my (to borrow Churchill's phrase) "Black Dog" of depression.  But I think I'm better now, at least I feel better. So I stand outside today and just stop and stare at the clouds reflecting off the glass curve of the library and I think, DAMN! I don't have my camera. DAMN! I don't have any paper.

My photographer/poet traits only work if I have the proper equipment at hand. And now I'm back indoors in my office staring at this god awful screen.

There should be such a thing as a "Great Day Leave." 

"Sorry boss, I can't come in, it's just too nice of a day, see ya tomorrow."

I think today might be a day I'm checking out of work early to enjoy what is to enjoy.