I probably won’t be posting tomorrow, as I fully expect to be having a delightful time in Seattle this weekend. No time for silly website stuff, you know.

See you Sunday night. Or even Monday, if I’m feeling particularly lazy.

Oh, yeah: I resurrected the excerpts from my 2002 NaNoWriMo efforts. Enjoy, if you’re so inclined.

I also forgot to mention, a couple of weeks ago, that early this month marks two years that a certain someone and I have been “going out.”

Time flies when you’re having fun, eh? Here’s to many more years, happier years. Love you lots, beautiful!

Duh! Unlike what my previous posting might have said, I really do have something interesting to say: Today I become the father of a teenager. That’s right, Alexander “The Spud” Kerezman turns 13 today.

Happy Birthday, my boy. I’m outstandingly proud of you, more than words can adequately express.

From time to time I get on a bit of a cleaning jag. For instance, today I was going to run a load of dishes and wipe down the sink. I went from that to wiping down the fridge and the dishwasher itself as well as cleaning the inside of the microwave (a job worth doing, no doubt about it).

So now I’m sweaty, tired, and have a bad case of prunefinger. But hey, cleanliness is next to… somethingsomething… right?

Happiness is…

…not having to get up at five-something in the morning on a Saturday.

That will be all. Thank you.

In theory: You follow the instructions on the box, heating up your frozen entree in the microwave and then, as indicated, “let sit for one to two minutes.”

In practice: You get your food out of the microwave as soon as it’s hot enough to eat so that the three people behind you in the lunchroom queue don’t string you up by your toes for obstruction of mealtime.