I know I don’t update this the way I thought, so I appreciate those of you hanging in there with me.
This is from a newspaper column I wrote in 2002, although I’ve updated some. I wish you all a Merry Christmas, right this very minute, and here’s to better blogging in the new year.
As of this morning, when I happened to notice, I have a FICO credit score of 826 out of 850. If you’re into credit porn, that’s good. This reflects nothing other than a desire to remain out of debt in these senior citizen years as much as possible,
Some days I feel like someone thumbing through one of those suspect books on TV, in the police station. I’m looking for explanations, although really? I’m just trying to find easier ways to explain my life to the rest of my world. I flip through the pages until
When I began to write this post, I went on Safari and noticed two tabs open, both of them having to do with a TV show I was watching (recaps and commentary). One of them was more of a bookmark, but the other could be closed. And as soon as
My night owl friend called again the other night, 3:30am. I managed to silence it and go back to sleep. It’s really a mild irritation on my part — this is just who he is, and he’s lonely and sentimental and he works until the wee hours. I