In which I do a do-over. I had written an introspective, pensive post about my life as I know it… and then I opened the Iowa job search db in another tab and Firefox crashed, taking my whole damn post with it. The gist was that I actually had some guests out here last night, […]

In which I’m totally not dead or anything. I haven’t read comments yet, but I see that there are quite a few and I imagine you’re all wondering where the hell I am. I’m here! Sitting at my desk in my office at home, listening to my three miserable dogs squinch themselves endlessly because the […]

In which the laptop goes away. Again. Bread and BoSe are heading back to Indy today. Bread’s taking the laptop with him, so my Internet presence may become spotty again. I’ve got dial-up at home, but it’s slow and sometimes I don’t have the patience. Depends on how bored I get, I suppose. The jeep’s […]

In which I have nothing to say. Bread woke me up way before eight because he hates me and wants me to suffer. I’M UNEMPLOYED, for chrissake, I should be allowed to sleep in like the total fucking loser I really am. Then I dusted all three dogs with diatomaceous earth. I’d dusted the cat […]

In which the Internet continues to be A Force for Good. And goodies! This morning we were outside and Bread was checking the oil in the BBT because the ‘check engine’ light came on last night as we were driving home. He said, “There’s an Amazon box in the garage,” and I walked over to […]

In which technical difficulties are the order of the day. Er, afternoon. Whatever. I’ve finished my software training course and had lunch and now I’m ready to become certified in Xactimate. I’m sitting in the classroom with the seven other people who are ready to take the certification test. And the software’s online training site […]

In which things are still less than totally smooth, but I ain’t dead yet. Bread got home Monday night. We promptly had a huge goddamned fight. (The kind of fight where he left and didn’t come back until the morning, and I was glad to see him go.) Go, us. I’m getting tired of it. […]