Insane ramblings. No, wait, just ramblings.

I really didn't realize that I had been away from here for so long, until my sister reminded me a couple of days ago on a phone call. I haven't felt much like writing. That's a lie. I have just let things get in the way. Unimportant things have taken time from important things, and I let that happen. It's a character flaw that I have. In other words, I just procrastinated. Bummer. I had to admit it in front of people, or at least put it on the web where a billion people could see it. Yes, I have goofed off. And, it's getting worse as I get older. Speaking of which, I will officially do tomorrow.

Let's talk about the dog. I love the dog. I'm getting used to taking it out for a walk. I have learned that a walk at 4:30 in the morning this time of year is absolutely lovely. I did that a couple of weeks ago when the moon was full, and it was great. No traffic, no neighbors beating each other, no screaming kids, couldn't see the cars up on blocks in the yard, the asshole next door couldn't tell me about the Browns, again, no four-wheelers flying up and down the road, no barking dogs, no teenagers walking up and down the street casing your house for future burgularies, no thought of declining property values, man I can see that this blog about the dog is getting off track. I got the dog to reduce stress. Not really, I got the dog because it was cute, and we wanted one. The stress thing is a bonus. And the 4:30 walk was stress-free. The temperature was perfect. The sky was beautiful.

The dog has overcome her initial fear of the white cat. This is a distressing development. For you see, the dog now believes that if she jumps around, and gets the cat agitated, the cat will procede to play with the dog by lunging at it, hissing, and making an unearthly noise that would have made Father Merrin pack it in at Georgetown. The dog does not know that the cat is not only deadly serious about this attack, but that given the chance, the cat will gut the dog and leave it bleeding on the carpet gasping for its last breath as the cat saunters away, stopping only to lick the intestines off of its front paws.

It's time to go now. This posting is for my sister, to celebrate my birthday. We should be required to give presents on our own birthdays, to show everyone that we're appreciative of their company in our lives, don't you think?