Have I mentioned that I love you?
Not everyone "gets it" when I say that. Especially men. I think we're conditioned from an early age to add all sort of weight to that statement that confuses things. But, I love people. I genuinely love them. Men and women. I love their stories, love knowing them. I love helping them, which is why I opened my home to the folks who are stopping by for a bit. Thankfully, the last several people I've told that to, that I love them, either in person or writing, have understood what I meant.

A funny thing happened last week.
Well, not so much funny in the sense of "ha, ha, that was kind of different", but more like "uh, what was that about?"

I have to sort through some things.
In the past five days, I've gotten several pieces of information that require some sorting through. No, nothing on the blog or related to comments on the blog. Just some indirect personal observations about me and the residue of my old life that require some thought before being vomited out onto the blog. I need to be less defensive about some of it, I think, before I can write it and post it. I'll get back to you on that one.

Here's something I don't miss.

I stayed up late last night to finish The Torturer's Apprentice.

Or, Why Everyone Else Fears Friday the Thirteenth!
I always thought it was because Judas was the Thirteenth Apostle or something like that. No, according to this article on GlobalPsychics.com, it has to do with the plot to suppress the Knights Templar. Hey, stop laughing! That's what it says!! And, I quote:

"When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen."
--Ernest Hemingway

Or, Hoffman's Home for Wayward Boys, The Revenge of the Wayward Boys.

Have you ever had to learn on the fly?

Yes, already.
First, I weighed myself this morning and I have sixteen pounds to lose, not just ten.
Second, I've added two resolutions to my list.