There are moments in life which are subtly thrilling during which I hear the quickened theme from the Trench Run is STAR WARS constantly in my head.

Yesterday had a few of them, all basically unimportant.

First, my old friend Dustin and I went to lunch at my favorite restaurant, Willie C's (used to be a chain, now I think there's only one left). When we went in, the snow was gently falling and it wasn't really all that cold. When we exited with our distended abdomens, there were essentially 10 million snowballs falling from the sky at any given moment. Huge wet flakes wreaking havoc over the city, making it difficult to crawl along. The music comes into my head for the first time as we avoid the maze of inexperienced city snow drivers who seem to spin out only immediately in front of us.

Next, we went to the nearby Circuit City and Best Buy to avoid this hoohah. The rigamarole. The bugaboo. All that stuff. Dustin needs a VCR for his Grandma (yes, he's just that kinda guy - the spontaneous eldergifter of legend), I'm thinking about treating myself to a new cellphone to update the old brick on my hip. It actually is a brick, by the way - that's not a metaphor. Anyway, before we leave Circuit City I have a new laptop. I do not make the kind of money to be able to make several hundred dollar impulse purchases. It really wasn't total impulse buying, but near enough. As I have palpitations about spending the money, the music comes in again.

I'm living an adventure.

A terribly dull adventure.