A Short-Lived Blog Retirement.

Gee. Know I know how heavyweights and dirt-rock bands feel when they lay their craft down.

I needed to come back. Too much going on right now not to.

I ran in the inaugural Ted Corbitt 15K run today....dressed as Santa Claus.

I was at a party last night in the city (nice digs and awesome peeps, Mark!)

which lasted until 1am. I bunked at my friend's home and was woken up to a dog's snout.

In all, I had about 2 hours of sleep. When "Santa" took off sleigh-less this morning, he was still high on egg nog.

Here's a picture of me.

They took an MRI of my left knee on Friday. Maybe patella, maybe meniscus, or perhaps nothing (contusion). I'll soon find out.