i'm listening to baseball!

aw, it's back. i'm so glad it's back. baseball. i'm not even really paying attention to the game. i don't have that perfect image in my head of Randy Winn rounding second heading for third. but the voices of Jon Miller and David P. Flemming put me at ease and excites me at the same time.

which is good. because i'm stuck in the Cincinnati airport (not in Cincinnati, not in Ohio, go figure) for the next three hours after having been here three hours already, and i need a little ease and excitement before i go drown myself in the sink. glub, glub...

i was out here for some work thing or other. another in the series of "guess where Sean is" tournament play. the score, from what i understand, is fairly neck-and-neck, with most participants shrugging their shoulders and wondering why they should care. intense!

anyways, i realize that some of you missed me. really? that's sweet. thank you for the pokes and nudges. kind of forgot to write stuff here, didn't i? whoops.

things have been good. lots of, uh, stuff going on. work has been keeping me occupied whether at home (ahem, office) or on the road to whereever. spent time in the exotic locales of 30 minutes north of Cincinnati, sunny downtown Hartford during an ice storm, somewhere near the LA airport, Austin, and New York. other than the last one, i saw little besides my hotel and whatever can be caught from the car to and from the airport. wish you were there.

do like the job, though. have recently developed some concerns that the inate way they/we do business may lead to me running bugged eyed and screaming out of the room, but that also could just be a temporary insanity thing. i mean, i work from home. i teach. i work on interesting projects. i travel to ... yeah, we talked about that. i'm appreciated. i have an awesome boss. hm, what was my problem again?

girl is good. we spend all our time together, deciding that other people are dirty and wrong. sometimes we venture out and laugh at all the people who aren't us. either that or we're lazy and mildly co-dependent. it works, though. we made ourselves a home. just need to, y'know, leave it a bit more often. especially me and my pajamas 'til 6 p.m. ways.

house is good. put in hardwood floors which was mildly tramautic (not as fun to live in three rooms -- one being a bathroom -- as it might sound) but added beauty and value to the house, and took away the stink the snotty cat had brought with him. (Corinne begged me to allow him to come live with us when we first moved in. i aggreed on two conditions -- no peeing where he shouldn't, no scratching any furniture. well, he broke both those caveats and i nearly made him into a hat.) new rug, new couch, the place truly looks fantastic. worth the trouble for sure.

what else? uh, not much. kind of hibernating. but despite Puxatawny Phil's timidity, i've decided that the passing of February means the passing of that, too. yes, me and the outside world will be as one, learning to live with each other's differences. first stop? BASEBALL! wee. seriously, we're going to Spring Training in about two weeks. and then it's on. ball games. ball yards. expensive hot dogs. seventh-inning stretches. old gypsy hexes on the Dodgers. what fun!

yeah, so that's it. which makes you wonder why i haven't written here more. but i'm sad, sad, lazy man. really.