The musings of a madman...

       Okay, so I'm chilling in the house on a random-ass Wednesday morning with the Baby Bird™ . It should be noted that "chilling in the house" means I am on the clock, whereas being "at home" would have meant I was on the couch, in my bed or in the garage. Also, Baby Bird™ is my new nickname for my grandlittle as she physically outgrows Tiny Little™ . Anyway, chilling in the house with an infant. The phone rings... Me: "Hello?" Caller: "Hey Phillip, it's Chris." Me: "Whatup Chris? You usually just text!" [ Phlip note : Chris is the guy who bought my old house, he texts me to come grab straggling mail items when they happen to show. The house is right on my daily travels and is only 8 minutes from my new place ] Chris: "Yeah, it's not mail this time. You got a visitor." Me: "A--... visitor? No one even visited me when I LIVED there! It ain't the cops is it?" Chris: "No, he is insistent t...

       My wife is a saint… I have been back to work since my six-week vacation ended after we escaped for my birthday and the 4 th of July.   She planned that trip for my day, she made the best of it even though it mon-fucking-sooned the entire time we were in Wilmington. Back home, we got ahead of what would be the school year for the littles even though we had no clue what a “school year” would look like.   This matters doubly when considering the fact that she herself is a teacher. … and now her sainthood…      When school actually started back, everyone was virtual, so where when this fiasco all started, there was a chance that we might all be returning to an office in the late summer/early fall, or at least she would since my job can be done quite efficiently while watching the traffic go by the front of my house.   As it were, she opted to work consistently from the back in the guest room-turned-office because I t...