So,

What do you think? Should I continue to write here, where no one is looking? I must admit that's it's tempting to become more public with my words, but Zita is my Jimminey Cricket and pulls me from the brink of putting things onto the Internet that i will regret later.

But seriously, if you are out there, what do you want to hear?

A short one today.

I finished my half pint of Mill Street Organic and stumbled into the street. Before me was a butt, only half used! I’m not proud. Soon I had it lit with a loonie in my pocket to spare! It was warm that day, a good one to be wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirts. Once I finished my butt, I found myself in the library. I cracked open a book, but stopped caring in the middle of the first chapter. I crossed the street as the light was turning yellow. It was beginning to freezing rain. I hurried back to my home, half a block away from the library.

And… it fizzles out. That’s okay. That’s the theme of this particular story.

Is this post going to be black like coffee or white like my eyes?

Hi all, I’m starting my days these days with a light workout, followed by a quick shower and a splash at the keyboard.

Why?

To help me get off coffee, and to feel better about the amount of screen time i’ve been giving myself.

That’s right, friends and doggies, I’m working my way up to kissing caffeine goodbye.

Stop laughing.

I’m serious.

Stop laughing, i’m serious you guys.

Ok, maybe a coffee cold turkey isn’t in the cards, but i spent over $1500 in coffee shops last year. That’s almost $30 a week on coffee and coffee styled snacks!

Updates as they occur.

Out like a Lamb... or in this case, a goat.

Today I changed how I address the world, and i like it a lot better.

The World, p.o.box my perception, 00444 USA

Why is it in the USA do you ask?

United states zip codes are easier, though less specific.

With that, the news!

Ventured out to River Dale farms yesterday to see the kids.

No, not Archie and Jughead. Goats. Baby goats. Bigger than I imagined they would be, and not playful for a dreary afternoon. That’s okay. Zita got her goat fix. Zita loves goats. I don’t know why, but she does.

We also saw the Easter bunnies! Two rabbits in a warren with nests full of (hopefully) unfertilized chicken eggs above them. I took a picture of it and sent it to my niblings. I don’t think any of them noticed the eggs.

Last night, I found myself watching an improv-based version of Clue. I was there to hopefully see how a theatre company deals with audience engagement… THEY DONT! Still and enjoyable show. In this episode colonel Mustard did it. With an everything in the bedroom.

… as vague as that last sentence was, it perfectly sums up this show.

The real reason my finger hurts

It’s not in my kitchen, and the bottle of Soy Sauce is trying to convince me that within its murky depths, there are unknown secrets.

I continue to give it the side eye, knowing that if i fall for this one again… my wife may divorce me. “What are you doing out of the refrigerator?” I ask it.

The sepia toned madness counts the point that it just made a human speak to an inanimate object.

I shake my head. I am not going to drink it. I am not going to be found lying on the floor with a distended belly. I am not-

The brown bottle manages to lewdly wink at me. I punch it halfway across the kitchen.

I am solemnly cleaning the brown splatter off the walls when my wife arrives from circus class.

“Ah,” she says, “I see you’ve been hitting the sauce again.”