I'm down from 12 hour to 10 hour days at work. I feel like I'm regaining some of my sanity. All of this logical thinking makes me feel so German. Now I just need some theses to nail to a door, a few cuss laden tirades against the pope, and a pinch of alcoholism and I'll be all set.
I'm still way behind on emails, but I will be following up with everybody in the upcoming weeks.
My family and I will be moving to a larger house with more bedrooms for lots of babies. Don't tell Joe Biden, or he'll be on my doorstep with some scissors and a rubber band.
My car broke down in Baraboo. Was it the Masons or possibly former Marquette President, Fr. Robert Wild? I haven't figured it out yet. Really, there's probably a top ten list of people who have no idea who I am but wouldn't like me if they read this blog. I will pour some exorcised salt in the gas tank to see if that helps.
Taking my wife on a date tonight. I think we'll go to the liberal haven of The Bodega. She has asked me not to get up on the table and go on a tirade about Polka Masses. My response: we will see.
"I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else."
— G.K. Chesterton