Where the hell did the last hundred days go? Although thinking about it, there's been a tone of stuff go on. I moved in to a house and learned how to lay carpet, plaster a wall, clean a pool, install a kitchen faucet, and lay roofing shingles. There's been a lot of movement at work with people coming and going. Nearly finished editing (video editing, not the horrible type of editing) the first short I wrote. Took up shaving with a straight razor. Saw Cloud Atlas twice. Reconnected with a couple of friends in person. Cut back on drinking. Thought about working out.

And on the global front, Obama got re-elected. The Mars Rover discovered ancient stream beds. Benghazi and Newtown and Sandy and Syria and Egypt and Instagram have been in the news.

And in 900 days I start my next major adventure. It's forever away, and yet if the last hundred days are anything to go by, it'll be here before I know it. Before I'm ready? Not mentally, I could leave tomorrow. Physically, I've still got some work to do. And by still, I mean I should start. I've started buying the things I'm going to need for the trip-- an S-biner by Nite-Ize bought on a whim from Home Depot. They've been recommended by past crews, and it was just there, so it has begun.

I also started sending checks. Two so far, so I've at least paid for the first two training sessions. Only another ten to go.

But here's to the next hundred days. Sitting in the airport, headed up to Eugene for my first Christmas off since, I think, 2001. And quite possibly my last until after the race. But that's a ways away, in time and distance, so for now have a good one and take care of yourselves. And here's wishing common sense to all this season.