The weather transitioned from days and days of rain to arctic tundra. I bailed on my morning appointment, bundled up and worked from the house.

Awesomely productive except for the little break which followed discovering the water leak by the fireplace……… the same leak which started the whole expensive fiasco of getting a new roof put on and the repairs inside the house last June.

Hell hath no furry like a nic-fitting queen… I swung from the rafters, telephone in-hand – and within an hour and a half had a resolution with the insurance company and the president of the roofing company over to inspect the leak personally.

Why do I have better luck, (it seems in all things), when I’m an asshole? I’m programed for “nice-guy” and have gotten repeatedly fucked my whole life because of it.

No news on the withdrawal front… Doing pretty fine actually – aside from a short episode in the afternoon where Kevin and I contemplated bludgeoning each-other with cast-iron cookware.

Kevin’s cooking non-stop. Last night he made “Potato Chip Cookies”…. oddly – they’re not that bad… not great – but not horrible either.

Baby’s up to the “H”s in iTünz-ing our CD library.

I’ve taken to sprinting the length of the house and doing jumping jacks when I get the itchies… (I’ve run out of things to clean).

My head is starting to clear from the noise of need.

It’s getting easier again to do stuff like think clearly and not blog.