And the radio plays "Crazy Train"

Toe,
I joined Facebook. I feel like I've become one of the borg on Star Trek:Next Generation. ("You will be assimilated.") It can be a total drain on my time.

Life marches forward as usual. I am busy as anything with work, which is good. I seem to be valued for what I do, which is nice. There are times I don't feel like I value what I do as much as others seem to, but that may be the nature of work, unless you're a garbage man, in which case everyone needs you desperately, but few people want to associate with you or want to know what you do. When was the last time you actually met a trash collector socially?

I'm babbling, to avoid talking about anything personal. We got a dog. Is that personal? I think it is. He's big, not a puppy, and is sweet as hell. The cat is adjusting.

Hope you are well, where ever you are, out in the world.
Love,
E-word