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(3:45PM) It's too nice of a day to be inside, but that's where I find myself. The little woman left earlier in the day to go spend the day at her mom's house, and in a way I was a little bit surprised when she didn't ask me to go along. I guess she realizes by now that I'd rather be doing something else, even if it's nothing at all, than spend a day enduring her mom and dad. She made sure to leave me with some marching orders, and I've taken care of a few. She wanted me to dry a load of clothes, and that's in process. There was a potted plant on the front steps that she wanted me to plant somewhere, so I did. She probably won't like where I put it, but that's okay. With any luck it won't make it through the winter, so it's a nonissue. She also wanted me to give the dog a bath. I have yet to reach that point, but after I get through dropping these lines and downing a few more shots of Rebel I'll see what I can do about cleaning the nasty little beast, and he is. He can't seem to figure out when and where to drain his pain, and he has a habit of leaving tootsie rolls in the wrong places. It's starting to rub me the wrong way, but there isn't a senior citizen home for dogs.

My daughter is going through some changes, and we're not sure what that's all about. I came home yesterday from work, and shortly after I came through the door she told me that she had issues. She then proceeded to tell me that when her fiance touches her she gets red splotches and welts where he touches her. He seems to think that it's a sign, but who knows? She went to a doctor to get checked out a few days ago, and the doctor prescribed something that was more for anxiety. I guess the doctor thinks she might be stressing out with the recent engagement thing, and all that good stuff. The wife and I thought it might have something to do with the soap that he uses, or his shampoo. I suggested to him that it might not be a bad idea if he hit one of our showers while he was at our house, but he declined on my offer. I guess it did sound a little on the strange side, but at the time I didn't think it was that bad of an idea. When she first mentioned to me about the strange happenstance I was reminded of Rogue on the first X-Men movie, how when she touched someone she drained their energy. Granted, it's precarious, but it can still work. I didn't say anything about wearing body condoms.

My brother called me a little bit ago, and that was it's usual ordeal. Sometimes I wonder why he calls, but I figure it's because he just wants to talk, even if it's about nothing. He asked how everyone was, and I told him that all was still as it was the last time he called. He proceeded to tell me about his dog, or dogs. He's got about three of them living in the house with him, and that wouldn't be a big deal if they knew anything about proper sanitation, but they're dogs. Being funky is their nature, and being tolerant of their funk is my brother's nature. Needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, I don't get very motivated to visit him on a day like today. I had thought about it earlier, but I'm glad it didn't get beyond a thought. Once the issue of the dogs was out of the way, we talked, or better yet, he talked, about the high school we used to go to many moons ago. There was a game last night where they won big, but it was no big deal to me since I didn't know anyone who played. It's been thirty-five years since I graduated from high school, so the disconnect is considerable. At a convenient point for me he decided that he was going to go to a local restaurant and put someone else through what he had just put me through, and I was alright with that. Remember, I've still got a dog that needs a bath, and a dirt nap wouldn't be a bad idea either.

But here I sit, listening to Steely Dan while the sun heads off into the west. Realizing that it's been a week since I dropped a line, in my defense I can only say that life has been a trial, and when was it anything but? I guess I was having one of those moments that turned into a week where I had this feeling that what I do is only a waste of my time, that it's just one of those vain things, and had it not been for the third or fourth shot of bourbon I probably wouldn't even be dropping these lines, but that's the way, uh huh, uh huh, it is. I don't know if I'll drop any more lines before this day is done, nor do I know if any will follow tomorrow, but I was here for this time around, and now I'm gone until the next time around comes around, and your guess is as good as mine will that will be.