I wish that I had more time to write and post things. I was doing so well up until the move. I know the reason for the lackadaisical approach to this website--my job. Sure, I am essentially doing the exact same thing that I have been doing for the last three years but it's just slightly here in the moderately big city. What's really interesting is that even though I now get home earlier, it seems like I have no time to actually do anything. I get home and begin doing work around the house that needs to be done and then I start dinner. After eating, there may be three hours left in the evening before I need to start heading to bed and during those three hours, there may be other house-related stuff to take care of.
It would make sense if the house-related stuff was stuff related to the care of the house which was something I didn't have to bother with before but it's still just regular stuff like washing dishes, cleaning up from last night, litter boxes. It's all stuff that I had to do at the old house, too.
Oh, well. I'll get it figured out someday.
Good God, look at Brutus standing in front of Veeblefester like that. It's like an abused dog who still comes running over to his abusive owner just to get kicked in the chest. There are places you can go that will protect you, Brutus.
