Oh how I've missed you. My sweet, sweet time to postulate and pontificate about the various and sundry things that happen in the course of a day. The time to stop and smell the roses. ...or at least stop and think about the smell of the roses.

Time has been one thing I have not had much of lately. New job, new living quarters, new utility bills (have you seen the price of cable these days?) and all of that jazz.

Pardon me if this seems to be a mental adolescent ejaculation of various topics. Maybe I'll sort it out later but I doubt it.

Cable is expensive. The local company is wanting ~ $60 per month for nothing special. Just cable. No pay channels or anything. Yeah, well DirecTV will hook me up pretty sweet for that kind of jenga. I told the wife we'd go with that but I haven't had time to really hash it out yet so for the time being we have a set of rabbit ears that we move from television to television. It surprises me the differing results we have on the various televisions with it. Odd indeed.

Credit. How is it that I can be approved for a $25,000+ loan for a vehicle but I still have to put a deposit down for electric service. I'm afraid I simply don't understand that.

Other people's kids. We have a kid in the neighborhood who is just a couple years older than our oldest. Mentally they seem to be about the same and physically there's little difference so it's a good pairing. The wife somewhat loathes the new friend. I don't really mind him. He seems ok but she spends quite a bit more time with him than I do. Also, when I don't want him doing something I am quite direct about it. She has her more around the bush sort of way to attack problems and I don't think new kid understands her biting sarcasm yet. Give them time, I say, and they'll be the best of buddies.

Hopefully I will have you back, my precious time. You will be mine -- oh yes, you will be mine.