The World Is Our Playground

So, as I’m sure you gathered from the other 4 previous posts, I’m sick. “So, get in bed, dummy.” Factoid: once I’m up, I’m up. There is no going back to bed for me. Trust me–this has been tested for decades, and with only one result–futility.

Weef has confined me to the downstairs. Her exact words [...]

Okay . . . hopefully, this will be the last post.

So I left work at 4:30. I felt like crap on so many different levels: physically, emotionally, mentally, professionally, humanly . . . it was just a really, really rough drive home. AND I had to pick up girls 1 and 2 from the sitter.

Weef [...]