projects sneaking up, stealing time, weekend pot of gold at the end of the week. 10 paces behind, a world of comments, turned heads, and conversations, just 10 steps too soon, but yet, if not for those 10 steps that world behind me would not exist. matching my shirt today. tempted to stop by the building garage, say hi, how's chess coming along... not to offer aide, but to say hi, but to get talked into helping, to get seduced into the world of hammers and chop saws and nails and paint, of long days and even longer hours, wondering if i'm ever going back to that world, or is that enough experience for me, a gauge of life, do i have enough material for a book, for this chapter in my life, or not?