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  1. Some days, a guy just really misses his mustache. We had some good times together. One day at a time I guess. One day at a time.
  2. My Tuesday Resolution: Stop talking. Not after the wife gives me that look. Not when I think I should. Stop now. Save everyone the trouble.
  3. Took the 4B Metrobus home and met the meanest bus driver ever. She yelled at children and old people. "I stop where I stop," she said.
  4. Ain't no woman gonna make a George Jones out of me.
  5. Trying to work and Azita is having none of it this morning.
  6. Watching the final episode of "Newhart" from 1990. Freaking hilarious. Still holds up.
  7. A lousy 2 miles on a treadmill on a cold and rainy night. Well, at least I'm dry.
  8. If Monday is indicative of what the rest of the week holds for me, I am in serious trouble.
  9. Returned from a dance recital convinced more now than ever that I will be attending hundreds of dance recitals in my future.
  10. They played Charlie Parker at Gymboree this morning. And Louis Prima. We are going back.
  11. Ready for our first trip to Gymboree.
  12. Jolie Holland playing as Azita drifts off to sleep. Life is good.
  13. Enjoying roasted chestnuts and ice-cold sodapop.
  14. I love Super Martian Robot Girl.
  15. Watching Azita dance and sing -- all while being fed breakfast. Messy, but awfully cute.
  16. My column this week. Along came Maya to help Horton’s Kids - Washington Business Journal:: http://bit.ly/60tMOZ
  17. Spending way too time trying to interpret Abba's
  18. A quiet Friday morning in the office with nobody but Hank Williams to keep me company.
  19. Really? Dylan selling diamonds? Man. It was so much simpler when he only sold lady's underwear.
  20. Hit the dark streets for a night run while my laundry rolled around and around and around.