I am...smelling like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed. I run. I sprain my ankles. I do two miles; I do fifteen miles. I sprain my ankles. I drum. I tap my fingers and drum my knuckles. I drum to Transatlantic and Kings X. I drum on Ludwig vintage 1972. I write. I write stories. I write songs. I write about climbing. I write op-eds for the newspapers. I climb. I mountaineer. I take photos. I take photos of barns. I take photos using one of 19 cameras. I like my Brownie Hawkeye Flash best. Or my crappy Nikon D50 (huh?? never heard of it).