Yesterday was totally the first day of spring, even though the equinox isn’t for another month. The sun was shining, the crocii were blooming, and when Andreas and I went to run our stairs, I felt like it was hot outside.

“T-shirt weather,” Andreas commented. I think it was maybe 58°, but that’s close enough.

Also, while we were walking off our post-stairs leg-wobbling, this conversation happened:

A: Sometimes when we go running, I feel like a yuppie.
A: Really?
A: Yeah, just the whole “Ooh, here we go, jogging along through our nice neighborhood in our matching running pants.”
A: Just cuz we both run in black pants doesn’t mean we MATCH.
A: You know what I mean, though.
A: Well, we are under 30, city-dwelling people who do white collar work. That does make us young urban professionals, I guess?
A: But we don’t do shit like buy kayaks that we’ll never use just to look like we’re cool. We’re not consumers like that.
A: No. We can’t afford kayaks.
A: Therefore we’re not yuppies.

Nope, definitely not yuppies.

I did not go to my job today. Instead, I’m working on Warmies and thinking about my book some more. Later, I’m going to take my laptop (not a yuppie, not a yuppie!) to a coffee shop (not, not, not!) around the corner and work on another chapter.

I’m jealous of all my bay area friends who will be going to see Signal Path tonight. Say hi to Ben & Damon (the two drummers) for me, ok? Thanks.