I was driving down Nixon last night to pick up my kids for Karate and Gymnastics. There was still some light in the sky, about that cool time of night when the colors change and pop, and my eyes play tricks on me. I saw a runner headed my direction about 4 or 5 blocks up. For about 2 seconds I actually thought it was my dad. I wanted it to be. Then I knew it wasn't and I was overcome by sadness for a couple of minutes.
Then I got my kids and rocked it.
Then I made the rounds to stay on top of the business.
Then I got up at 5:30 and got my ass kicked in a good way.
That's what's happening.