Strange thing happening. Was in Valencia, Spain the last couple days, wife went with some friends to a wine tasting, I bailed, just kind of wandered around the city. At one point, I stopped into a running shop to check out some “barefoot” style shoes. I have wide feet, get squeezed by regular running shoes. Was in there for maybe two minutes, checked out a pair of Xero shoes, picked it up for five seconds, put it down, walked out. Last two days, been getting spam email advertising Xero shoes. Had not mentioned this to anyone, either. Fucking cell phone is tracking what stores/shoes I’m looking at apparently.

Last thing anyone wants to do is become enlightened but you run out of options.

Have 45 minutes waiting for my daughter's basketball game to start. Sitting on an urban bench with @Oscar Liss in a small Portuguese city 40 minutes outside Lisbon. Wife is in NY on a work trip. Sun just came out. Nothing to do but absorb it.

Just realized it was St. Patricks Day. Vividly remember ~30 years ago walking home in NY past a row of bars at around 5 pm and seeing a bouncer toss some wasted guy out and kick him square across the face in the street. Stuck in my mind as representative of the day.

My job now is to be myself. It's not easy but I'm the only one qualified for it.

Heading to the track now, but feels like I'm just going around in circles.