And you thought I was done with this

I miss Gene alot. I miss talking to him about the smallest things. The latest Apple Computer product, the idiot at the furniture store today, the fact that I am sitting in my chair at 12:17am on a Sunday morning  [more...]

As of tomorrow night, I’ll be somewhat uncomfortably ensconced in the Hyatt Regency Chicago hotel — that’s not an invitation for stalkers, but if a dozen roses or a bottle of Bombay Sapphire showed up  [more...]

When I got home today, I immediately noticed that my cat Squeaker was injured — there was shaved spot on his head and he’d been stitched up. I went next door to Danielle, who was checking in on the cats, to  [more...]