Good morning Boys and Girls.

There's a beautiful woman sleeping in the other room. I don't think she's even snoring, or if she is I can't hear it through the door. Maybe I'll make her breakfast in bed this morning before she heads back home in a few hours.

It's been a very busy two weeks and I'm sad to see them end. -Tired though. Getting to be a bit much to do the back and forth all the time. Hoped things would get to the point where it might be possible for them to come here to live by now, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen any time soon, if at all. Guess it's time to suck it up and either lease this place to some lucky soul or sell it outright. Either prospect makes me a little sad. I'd made the decision to do so a few months ago, but decided to wait to see what happened on the off chance things could get worked out.

Never thought I could come to love a house the way I love this one. It's not a fancy place by any stretch of the imagination, nor is it overtly large, but I love the layout, and certainly cooking in the kitchen here is a real treat. -Love the front porch and back deck and the way the hills surround the place making the semi-rural setting feel even more private than it really is. Holy schmackers. -Sounds like I'm writing a real estate ad doesn't it? Maybe I'm getting ready to.

I'm fifty-one years old. I've come to terms with my own age of late, but damn, my baby brother turns 40 today. That's just wrong. He's still a kid with his whole life in front of him. He's in high school impressing the hell out of the music department faculty. He's in college at Oberlin writing short stories and telling me about his experience listening to Margaret Atwood talk about her writing. Just after college, he's getting ready to go to England and Europe to bum around for six months. He's home now and writing his song "Circuitry" that seems to reference the trip.

No. These days he's a Dad with two kids and a wife and a house and a job, who still makes time to write his music and perform some. His is the best of us in my family, and he's always been someone of whom I'm especially proud; not because he's any brighter or more talented than the rest of us, but because he's always made such efficient use of his brains and abilities while staying focused on what's most important.  He has - for lack of a better term - his priorities straight.

Happy Birthday Matt.

Now... French Toast for Sweet Lady? What do you think? Hmmm. I'll figure out something.


Be good to everyone.

By the way, my apologies for not replying to comments the past week or two. Just been busy as all get out. Please forgive me.