Sometimes it happens at night. Other times, in the commode. Once or twice, even while driving. The setting changes, but I'm always a little freaked out when I get a thought.
While I don't have much to offer in terms of original ideas, I do need a place to empty the wastebasket lest my brain overload and crash (I'm only working with about 20 gigs here, folks). Hence, this blog.
(A disclaimer: while I'll probably sometimes write about my three girlies, this is NOT a family blog. My wife does a great job of that with our family blog here. It's private, but send a request and we'll add you as long as you aren't a dirty old man in a van.)
I blog, therefore I am. (Or is the other way around?)
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