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Wednesday, June 25th, 2014 08:43 pm
Let's imagine a man, a man approaching middle age, a man sitting in a living room with his girlfriend with a four pound dog sniffing the floor. The sun is bright and clear. Judge Judy has been yelling on the TV as I type.

I can't imagine it either. Sometimes I look at my life, and I wonder what I did to deserve such good fortune.

I haven't written in a while. Life has been busy and contains none of the lonely tragedy it once did. There is no office with a she-witch down the hall. There is no wife building a pillow fort in the bed, so I won't touch her. All the good bits that I would write about are gone. No one wants to read about the especially efficient crap I had this morning. Although, it was quick yet satisfying.

But damn it, I miss writing.

I have been busy. Apparently if you set me in a vacuum of nothing to do, I will find something interesting. Interesting has been taking over a saltwater reef products website, starting a handyman business, and a real estate business.

and

I have finally fulfilled my dreams of working with no pants on.

After my surgery, I couldn't walk for weeks. My girl fed me homemade dinners and pain pills until it got better. There are five deep scars in my knee to remind me. They remind me of my inherent fragility, my inability to do a double round house, and the love my girl has for me.

It's kind of bittersweet. I loved the way my girl took care of me, but I would rather be invincible.

So yeah, I'm not dead. :)