Daily Report: What's Going On?

I'm afraid that I have to admit defeat: My life is now so boring that even I — who can find writing fodder amidst the most mundane events — have nothing to write about.

What is going on? Every day, I wake up at about one in the afternoon. I have some hazelnut coffee, a bite to eat, and say goodnight to Epril via webcam. Then I watch my Tivo'ed television programs ("Good Eats" and "Doctor Who") for a couple of hours mostly, plus perhaps a once-every-three-or-four-day trip out of the house for a bit of shopping — or a documentary or something if an excursion does not materialize. (And shopping excursions consist mostly of trips to Walmart, if you are interested.)

At 5:00, it is out to the back porch for cocktails (only one booze drink for me as work comes later on... after that is diet Dr. Pepper) and pretzels, watching the puppies Gracie and Martini play together, and chatting with Mom, Paul, and Uncle Bob.

Then Uncle Bob goes back home and Mom, Paul, and I have dinner. (Dinners have been great, I must say.) Then, the dishes get done after which the three of us sit in front of the TV and watch the evening news. Then I sit down in front of my computer at about 7:00 in the evening, read stuff on the internet for a while.

Epril usually wakes up about this time and we chat some more. Then I get to work (which is going even better than expected: I'm literally back to where I was 4 years ago in every aspect, overtime and all... though I've been warned that this will only last for another year or so) at 8:30 and work through until about 3:30 a.m.

Then I get a beer, climb in bed, channel surf on my bedroom TV, read my book for about 30 minutes, and turn off the lights at about 4:30.

That's my day... that's every day, in and out.

Epril has put all of her required documents in the mail to get her visa and that should be arriving here in the next few days hopefully. That's all the news I have about that.

Oh... and it has been mighty fucking cold here in Florida, with temperatures dropping below freezing at night all this week. (I don't know what I did to deserve that.) Fortunately, not only does the house have central air, but central heating as well.

So to you, I offer my apologies that things are not more interesting. I must say that everything is going fine... great even, all things considered; it's just not not worth writing home about.