Okay.

I can't take too long here right now so, to quote Inigo Montoya, "Let me 'splain... No, there is too much. Let me sum up."

My home office is on the third floor. I walked downstairs and into my bedroom where my dog was sitting at the foot of the bed making That Sound. You know That Sound. It's the gurling, wet, churning sound that can mean only one thing: the dog is gonna hurl. And lo, he did. A lot.

Remember in my first post when I said that I had certain goals for the day, and one of them was laundry. Well, I've started on that one now. I'm thinking that the other ones may be just unfulfilled dreams.

I'll be back.