As far as I can tell Calvin spends all day doing absolutely fuck-all in the way of actual physical activity...and then the minute I sit down to write he picks up a tennis ball and bounces it against the refrigerator...which happens to be very near the table I am sitting at.
I don't say anything about it because ...well I guess it's Karma.
I used to spend hours bouncing a ball against a dormer on our house and I knew that it drove my parents nuts...but I didn't care.
So I feel as if I can't say, "quit bouncing that fucking ball!" without being a bit of a hypocrite.
So that's why this post sucks...and I have a half dozen 3/4 written posts that I have yet to finish and for the first time in months, the other day I had not a single visitor to this sight...not even me.
Sigh.