But my breath fogged up the glass - sometimes the passion strikes even before cardioglide time and there's nothing we can do about but just go ahead and love. And that's true even after waking up fatigued by a dream tennis match in a distant place. Names from the past are rolling like a player piano scroll but the stories associated with each are better saved for another time. It's not so much anti-nostalgia as it is keeping consciousness current. The progress bar on the back-up drive shows hours needed to capture 4years of this crap so brainscanning 2/3 of a century eats up considerable grey matter. We're fascinated with memoirs of accomplished people but today is better than any memoir. My mirror is fogged from the surge, the overwhelming zeitgeist of zen.