OK, so there really isn't much to say, however I'm sure that I'll be able to fill a couple of minutes of your time with some meaningless crap that will make you wonder why you bother reading this. So far things have calmed down a bit. The surreal fact of a child entering the picture continues to be just that; surreal. Yesterday, we bid on and won the crib bedding set for the little man's room. Having my influence it is of course an aviation theme. I'm beginning to see the upside to having a boy; I get to decorate the room, which means that I get to put all MY favorite toys in there. You know, model planes hanging from the ceiling, the ceiling fan, a big train running along the wall, all kinds of cool stuff that I always wanted but considered a bit much for a thirty-something year old kid to have. So I'm already one of those monster dads who live vicariously through their son. Poor guy, and he's not even here yet.

So, do you sometimes wander around in a fog? I tend to spend most of my waking moments in some sort of stupor, which seems to be related to stupid, not sure if that's a coincidence or not. I'm fairly sure the reason for this is entirely too much animal products in my diet. Or maybe too much Jagermeister. Maybe both (my money's on the Jager). Which by the way is a very fine liquor for those of you not opposed to the occasional nip of the good spirits. Or frequent nips, I won't judge. Back to the fog thing. It seems lately that the fog has gotten thicker. I personally am experiencing some really cool things, but it seems that everything around me outside of home is falling apart. For confidentiality reasons I won't go into detail, but it should suffice to say that things are pretty shaky. Maybe that's the source of the fog. Maybe it's because of the whole surreal 'bout-to-be-a-papa thing. Maybe it comes back to the whole light and darkness thing, except mostly I am complete darkness. Not really complete darkness, just very shadowy. I don't know (I still put my money on the Jager).

I just came to the realization that a big train running around the room doesn't fit the aviation theme. Guess I may have to scratch that and put a smaller train in the basement. See, best of both worlds. Kid gets a way cool miniature Smithsonian, I get to play with model planes and finally build my train layout in the basement. IT”S FOR THE KID HONEY, I PROMISE!!!!!!! (She tends to read this garbage before the rest of you crazy people). The kid thing is definitely making me more security conscious, but that's another issue for another time.

See, I told you I could waste your time, and do it with relative ease. That is one of my talents. I also juggle and can rub my belly and tap my head at the same time (not while juggling, however). Stay tuned, I've got some stuff I want to say in future issues that you may actually find useful, informative, life threatening, disgraceful, disgusting, etc. See, I just wasted more of your time. Told ya it was a talent. Later