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President Obama

I watched over 10 hours of the Inauguration yesterday. Shame, I live half an hour away from DC, and I had every intention of going, but things started to persuade me from going. One, I didn't have a dollar in my wallet. Two, I don't own a pair of gloves. Three, I don't particularly like being elbow to elbow for six hours, in the cold with no gloves. Or maybe it was just pure laziness!

So, I watched picturesque DC on the television, and I enjoyed it quite a bit. President Obama's speech was awesome. It wasn't pretentious. Rather, it was honest. He blamed some Americans for the way the Economy is presently, and that was the right thing to do. Whether you ripped off your company for billions or failed to pay your $300 credit card because you had to eat first, there's a lot of blame to go around. But we're all in this together. And it felt good to have this new beginning in front of us. Things are still going to get worse before it gets better - we all know that - and the President alone isn't going to be much help. But his words of hope mean a lot to us, and he knows this. So on his inauguration he began to galvanize us.

I also got another 3-mile walk in. It's becoming routine, so it's getting easier. And while I am still on hiatus from UNIQUE, I'm getting a lot of writing done elsewhere. And I'm thinking of new projects all of the time.

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