Can't come clean unless you got a little dirty. Can't feel demented unless you doubted yourself, figured it out then put it in the catagory of fixed: move along. This isn't a piece on things you can't do. But open with a meme, I say.

Rain, we got some rain and it feels so good. Plus the oil change is a little metaphor for nailing it. The 11:11 wish is always let's have another one just like T H I S one. Ugly Betty and Frazier -- a trip down mem, not mam lane. It isn't the past that haunts you, it's remembering when you had the Left Stuff that clings like Back to the Future that could haunt a little. Mercifully, this current version doesn't need a mid-season replacement and having the partner-in-sublime makes me beg for one more a la eleven 11.

Getting a hold of ones self is cautionary but not always path-setting. Just figuring out that at your best you may have been a B student but it doesn't really matter. That directive to get over the past and limit your forecasting time is just another way of saying stay in-the-moment, Timex. I would just add that staying calm during this is essential. The exuberance of participation is channeled into break-beverage choices coupled with 25 & alive. No shame required for stating it plainly. Those podium-moments from yester/millennium don't have the swagger to wish for a better return. The current vibe is all-ginchy despite adjustable forces.