Ya know, I'm used to my wife nagging me about things I need to get done around here. For the most part, she's got my best interests in mind. But when she complains that I need to update my blog, that's when she crosses the line. Well, she actually pees on it from a distance – which is quite a sight, let me tell ya. I've been a busy boy. Jake and Heather just left a few minutes ago, and I've been struggling to get my life (and desk) in order. I got sidetracked by Tom Lehrer this morning – and who wouldn't?! His incessant CD warbling was keeping me from taking my shower. I would have taken one earlier in the day, but Gretchen beat me to it. Now all the showers are gone, and I'm stuck with rolling around naked in a cold tub. Feels like the first time. Almost. Which brings me to the reason for this post: I've got a couple of boxes of my e-mail publishing book sitting in Styrofoam and I need to get rid of them all in short order. I'm thinking of doing a book signing somewhere in the Bay area – as soon as I can find a business to host it. I'd invite y'all over to our place, but… Jesus, how stupid do I look? Don't answer that question. It's rhetorical. And if there's one thing I can't get enough of, it's rhetoric. Rheally. More later. Tub calling.