Clam idiot

When one embraces dormancy with canines, one can rouse with Ctenocephalides canis. One must practice care.

If you're wondering, it's not my own predicament upon which I muse.

New website design

I almost forgot to mention - I updated my website, TomBickle.com. Slip on by, and let me know what you think of the new design...

Don't expect a kiss afterwards

My wife lay in the bed with me last night, winding down from a busy day. Suddenly, a colorless gas drifted in from the foot of the bed. My wife, who has always had a more sensitive sniffer than I, detected the onslaught first:

"Uck! Oh, God babe - did you fart?"

"No, it must've been the dog, I ... holy God...!"

"Ew, that's sick, dude!"

"Quick, shit in my mouth, it's the only hope of concealing the smell!"

We survived the odiferous attack, and I awoke to the dog panting at the bedroom door. She is usually a paragon of patience (and really, her appointment schedule is typically light), so I got the message and let her out. It was surprising that even though she felt an internal cramping that we can all identify with, once outside she still took the time to circle Ground Zero a few times before stopping to relieve herself. I guess protocol is important.

Less of her to love

My wife is down 57 pounds from her recent high. She's looking great, and the sex is better all the time (not that there was anything to complain about, you know...).

Coffee is a spiteful but useful friend

This morning my son slept in, and I relished the peace until almost 8 a.m. The result was that I was too afraid to start my usual pot of coffee until two hours later than normal. What a difference from my normal routine!

I didn't get a withdrawal headache, but I did languish in a decaffeinated stupor, and the morning slid idly by. While I normally get a lot done by 9:30am, today I barely managed to get off my ass by then.

On the other hand, I am making up for it now. My buddy and I went for a nice walk up the road, at the end of which you get a teasing glimpse of the Calaveras River. We picked up three plastic grocery bags of trash along the way, something I have been urged to do by the voices in my head for the last several trips up that way. Maybe now they'll be quiet, or at least find something else to nag me about.

I've done some housework, necessitated by a weekend that was too busy for housework, but more fun than I had anticipated. Donald and his wife visited, and Amy came over. It was nice to have company for a change.