Half Man/Half Machine

Today was a mixture of good and bad. My girlfriend is out of town for a wedding, so I was left to fend for myself. I worked for most of the day, as I do most Saturdays, but today was not quite bad. I have a rare Sunday off, so I had lots to look forward to for tomorrow. I returned a broken cable box, ate dinner in the mall, which can be a cardiogram waiting to happen. Cardiogram. A word I really didn't think I would ever use 10 years ago. I took a nap, something that I have learned to enjoy the older I get. Now it is time to clean the house, and pretend that I actually kept the place clean the entire time girlfriend was gone. 

One thing that you will hear me talk about a lot on here is the Cubs. Talk about something that will age you; my passion over the summer, has turned into an obsession, and the Cubs have been no good for anyone the last 101 years. It has gotten so bad that I am watching Colorado Rockies games hoping for them to lose so that my underachieving baseball team will somehow rise to the occasion this last month of the season. 

My other passion, besides the Cubs, and girlfriend, is my dog. Her name is Ellie and she is a behemoth of a black lab, and probably my best friend. A relationship with a dog is a great thing to have as you get older. They listen. They understand. They never talk back. And the worst thing you put up with is an occasional accident on the floor. That I can deal with. 

Hope anyone who reads this starts to write back. As I said last night, I will keep writing everyday, and I hope for this to someday become a two way conversation.

Goodnight from Milwaukee

A