One thing is that I forgot to mention that Deb and I made love on Sunday morning before breakfast. I sometimes think I might be giving my audience the impression that I never have sex with my own wife because I don't do the date report for the times we're together.

Deb also had a fall at work on Monday night. I think she was standing on a stack of beer cases with a case of wine in her arms and she fell backward, hitting her hip on a counter and twisting her ankle a little. Of course she pooh poohs it as no big deal; my baby is nothing if not tough. But now she's got a horrendous bruise across her left ass cheek and everything kind of aches.

She gets to stay home today, and I'm going to encourage her to take it easy all day long. It's raining, so she can't go biking or do yard work or anything like that.

More later. Just got my morning smooch from Sara (worth the wait); Angel and I couldn't walk this morning because of the rain, so I'm pretty proud of holding off on the morning cigarette. Maybe quitting won't be so hard after all�with the right motivation. Gotta finish my morning routine.