I'm wearing all black today. I feel like I should be a back stage person at some play or maybe I should be mourning a death of some sort. The only loss I have is the freedom from yet another weekend. It is rather gloomy outside today.

This mormon guy just left my work, after discussing the new temple being built in Newport Beach. (He was here to check on the fire alarms.) He said it's going to be beautiful, just like the early missions of California. I noted his white undershirt and smiled. When I was younger a friend and I made up fantastic stories about a mormon church across the street from his home. It was probably one of the first conspiracy theories I ever helped create, even if it was limited to our imaginative minds and perhaps our eavedropping, worried parents. Ah, memories.