Having is better than wanting...aka Civilization and its Middle Class Contents...aka Home Unalone

God am I a donkey.

To my credit I've never asserted otherwise. And I'm about as arrogant as they come, so you know that's been difficult.

The more I've thought over that last hand, the more I dislike all my decisions (trust your first instinct is the real take home point for me) and the more I understand that I am clearly getting worse at the only form of poker I was ever even mediocre at. Yeeesh.

Now if you can tell that fact is not exactly breaking my heart, then it's a clear and perceptive eye you possess. I have bigger fish to fry these days. And frankly, life is going so beautifully I am just savoring the good; understanding well there remains the bankable oscillation between smiles and tears along this temporary veil.

We are in the new house and I gotta say, Money Well Spent. It fits my and U's asthetic perfectly - big open floor plan, lightly stained hardwoods everywhere, about 42oo sq ft. with an unfinished walkout basement which I'll get to next year (have already chalked off the Man Cave area). In-law suite for dear ole Mother-In-Law (free babysitting has never been this expensive). It backs onto a pond we share with ten other houses and is far enough away from everything that the Milky Way unfolds across the sky sometime around 1am. A half-hour commute is a small price to pay to relearn the constellations with my kids.

And more than this? My TempurPedic bed. If there is one product in the history of the universe I would wholeheartedly endorse, it is this swedish masterpiece. Buy one. And lay your head down on the dark side of the moon. Instant obliviation.

That's it for now...my girl needs the computer. Hope you're all doing well. Hope you'll consider dropping by too.

Laytah.