Just write. Just write. Just write.

I won't be blocked if I just write. Of course, is it really writing if I simply write the same two-word phrase over and over again?

This is the last day of March. That means a quarter of the year is history. That means if 2006 hasn't been the year that you've wanted it to be, you still have 275 days to do something about it. 275 days is plenty of time.

Of course, if 2006 has been everything you dreamed it would be, well, there's still 275 days remaining for something horrible to happen and screw it up. Hmm, let's not think about it that way. Let's be optimists and say that the great year you've been having so far has the potential to be even better.

Today is Cesar Chavez Day, a California state holiday that I'm not exactly making the most of as I sit here at home, drink coffee and write a journal entry in my pajamas.

According to the weather report, there should be wind and rain outside, but from what I can see out my front window, there is nothing but sun, white clouds and blue skies. It's extremely tempting to jump in the car, drive to the nearest park and hike around while the bad weather is at bay.

Of course, with my luck, by the time I changed out of my pajamas (which wouldn't happen until I realized I was still in them a mile or two from the house and drove back), the predicted storm would have arrived. Since I won't be made a fool of by the weather, I'll just stay inside and watch it not rain for the next few hours.

In two days, Daylight Saving Time begins. That means we will all lose an hour, which is really a shame because I planned to use that hour to invent a commuter vehicle that runs on used coffee grinds. There wouldn't be any exhaust fumes, only the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Filling up would be easy since there must be just as many Starbucks and coffee shops as there are gas stations. Plus, those that brew their own coffee would have enough grinds to get them to work after they enjoyed their morning cup of joe at home. In-vehicle coffeemakers would come standard, as would spill-proof mugs and adjustable cup holders. Automatic milk and sugar dispensers and stir sticks would be optional features. Unfortunately, none of this will ever exist because we'll be losing an hour in a couple days.

Baseball's Opening Day is just three days away. During what seems to be the longest off-season ever, I somehow managed to beat the baseball blues. I finished the tenth and final disc of Ken Burns' Baseball a little over a week ago. If I had a wish list, that documentary and his Civil War series would be on it.

To hold me over for the next few days, I should be receiving the DVD of Game 6 of the 2004 ALCS between the New York Yankees and the Boston Red Sox. It's the game where Boston tied the best-of-seven series after losing the first three. It's also the game with Schilling's bloody sock and A-Rod's blatant ball-slapping stunt.

The disc is part of The Boston Red Sox 2004 World Series Collector's Edition, a 12-DVD set that I initially derided, but gradually desired thanks to something called uncontrollable curiosity. To avoid appearing obsessed with baseball or the Red Sox, I only put two of the discs in my queue (Games 6 and 7 of the ALCS).

Okay, that's about it for now. The sky is starting to look more overcast. Time to finish the last of the coffee, change into more suitable attire and see what I can do with the day before the rain comes.