Another Day, Another Dime.

Long day at work, then to Target for gauze and bandages, then to my folks' to walk their dogs, and then home in anticipation of the blood and the vomit. I found neither, and was pleased to see Truman's neck looking a bit better. So- things are good.

I'm having a beer and trolling the Web, and that's pretty much the evening in a nutshell. Soon, to bed and a bit more Harry Potter, then up with the roosters for a busy work day.

But, I'm not complaining.

Sometimes, in spite of the nonsense static in which we encase ourselves, you can take a step back and say that life is good. It's good, folks.