A post or so down, I spoke about feeling very Presidential.  That's because I've been warning about the pandemic dangers of Bird Flu (Avian Flu - what I call 'Dinosaur Flu' because birds are dinosaurs ) since 2004 (1-14-2004, 2-22-2005, 3-22-2005, 8-1-2005) while President George has just hopped on the bandwagon.  I must admit that it's rewarding to see the long-warranted concern and vision that I once shared with only a small scientific minority now promoted to the highest levels of public discussion.  Seems like the slow and highly-criticized response of the Administration to the Katrina catastrophe may have forced George to become more realistic about other possible dangers at hand.  Welcome belatedly aboard, George.  (Now if I could only get him to refer to it as Dinosaur Flu.)

I've quit drinking coffee.  For a few days now.  I'm actually more awake and aware of my world without it.  My running, too, is more energized without the caffeine coefficient.  So all is good in that regard.

And I have cut-back my beer-drinking significantly, too.  I may just quit drinking beer altogether.   After laborious analysis I have concluded that it's not doing much enough for me anyway.  And the days of summer when after a long, hot run I could sit in the Sun and enjoy a few beers while blogging from Dreamland are doomed by the change of season.  So really I've no reason not to change with the autumn season and start drinking cider.  Hot, not hard, cider flavored with cinnamon. 

Ha - strangely, that's the first time I've ever mentioned cinnamon online.  I really love the sound of that word.  And, of course, spice is very nice.  So come on, Cinnamon, let me in (be my cinnamon girl.)