It was a strange labor day, a short-lived fugue state. I did some good work. Got some chores done. Skied OK. But I couldn't stop from thinking how this day would be different had Chris not had his head-on collision with the universe. That seemed at first like an excuse to be lame. I don't want to be lame. And I don't like making excuses. For more than a few days this summer; the sweltering heat and humidity has been an issue. Not any more.