It's hard not to gloat...

But on a lovely spring day when it's 23 degrees (73 for you Fahrenheit types), it's hard not to look smug.

Everyone has to rush to their offices, grumbling and snarling as they look at the lovely sunny day outside. I've been out for most of the day, and am now going to enjoy a bike ride down to the beach, where I will sit with a massive stack of paper and read trash.

Must remember suncreen. (I look in the mirror and am terrified by the lines and wrinkles that are forming -- and skin cancer makes everyone look 63% less sexy.)

People may look at me askance for my lack of cash... but no amount of money can buy you freedom, my friends. Or time. Or youth.

Carpe diem. Et libera te tutemet!