The way our schedule has worked out the last three nights, I haven’t gotten to bed before 12:30, which makes me tired. Due to that, I apologize for any incoherent ramblings you may find here today.

Ok, maybe there won’t be any incoherent ramblings because I’m too tired to come up with something witty to say. Some would argue that I never have enough energy to come up with something witty. I’m only armed with the proverbial blunted stick in a battle of wits. To those people, I say: “You’re wrong.” More of a soggy loaf of bread or something.

Ah, there’s the incoherence I promised.

We ate supper on the deck last night, and that experience alone is worth the price of admission (moving/more expensive house/slightly longer commute) What a gorgeous evening, and with the trees starting to green up, and the birds singing, it was one of those moments that feels like it’ll never end. Then the sun started to set, and it got pretty chilly out there. Plus I had to come in to work for a bit to check on some things. Then we went to Ruckers so that William could run around and try to drive all the driving games (he especially seemed to like the Harley Davidson game) The beauty of it is that he doesn’t seem to care if he’s actually playing the game. The little demo loops are enough for him to pretend he’s driving.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Man, that guy’s guitar is talking.” - Jimbo