tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206406415887158207.post-52836008917703748222008-04-29T20:28:00.003-07:002008-04-29T21:39:20.714-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imisstony.com/uploaded_images/knightsferry-783281.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.imisstony.com/uploaded_images/knightsferry-783259.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I've been hanging out at my brother's house this week. We went for a hike today. Even physical activity wasn't enough to push the gloom out of my chest. On the bright side, I've started 'the Project'. I've got a long way to go.<br /><br /><blockquote>As my brother and I entered a local grocery store yesterday... <br />"A study came out last year saying there's fecal bacteria on two-thirds of shopping carts." <br />"Whatever, there was feces on two-thirds of the countries I visited last year."</blockquote><br /><br />I'm fortunate to have a lot of fantastic friends. The funny thing is, I can't seem to shake the idea that I'm in <span style="font-style:italic;">this</span> alone.Tonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409377650949957927noreply@blogger.com