Definitely does *not* make a man healthy, wealthy and/or wise. In fact, it makes this man feel like death, which can't be good for going to work and earning a living, and really . . . it's kind of stupid.
Yet here I am again, at the tender hour of 6 am, wondering why I'm up this early. There's a very specific, good reason why, but there isn't enough time to write a full story on that just now. Probably won't be until late tonight.
I'll say this much: at least now I have a reason to write. Before, there wasn't really anything to say. "Ohhh . . . today, I went to work, came home, ate dinner, checked email, watched some tv, did some shopping, came home and went to bed." Big. Frickin'. Deal. I mean, I know wife and I do more than that, but it sure doesn't seem like it when you look at the last 7.5 years of marriage.
That all changed last Tuesday. Hopefully, this'll be a permanent change. More on that later. For now, it's "nose to the grindstone" time (read: gotta make a living).