So after two years of successfully staying out of gyms I’ve come to realize the only winner in this little tug of war is LL Bean. How many pairs of slacks in ever-increasing waistlines can I buy? I’m running out of numbers! So later today I’m heading to the local gym, pretending I’m “interested” in signing up (when they’ll take one look at me and know full well I intend to pull out the pocketbook) and hoping to get a free coffee mug out of the whole transaction. I’ll start with once a week and move up from there. I would have preferred to get in shape with the Nintendo Wii, but the damn things are still sold out everywhere. Frackin’ conspiracy, I tell you…

Wow. What a day. It’s so beautiful, it’s irritating. You know what I’m talking about. First true weekend of Spring! Clothes shed for sunscreen, windows open, fresh air, renewed energy, three hundred twenty two billion seven hundred million five hundred fifty five thousand two hundred thirty seven people in the &*%%#@ coffee shop for a %*&@! cup of ice coffee. Ah, Spring…

This strip is dedicated to our friend Robin Berla who’s in the ICU. Get better soon Robin!

Cats always put me in a good mood, unless it’s Spring and they’re horny and yelling at me for something I can’t give them. With that in mind…

Sorry for the blackout there. Net problems mixed with two product launches at work in one week, and a weekend at the folks’ place enjoying fine food and free friends put a serious crimp in the schedule.

We have a nor-easter pounding away at the windows today. Nor-easter is a standard term for “a big honkin storm that makes the subways all confused”. I’m enjoying this rainy day much more than the last one, thanks to a delightful Jack, recovering from yet another flu. Last I looked he was putting his hat on and grinning cheek to cheek.

Pic attached for baby freaks. You know who you are…

I think I’m liking this new format, though it’s hard to tell what I like today. It’s one of those overcast afternoons that doesn’t inspire one to read or snuggle up with a movie. Rather, it’s the kind of overcast day that takes the sheen off of a new car. Dour ilk and sour milk and all that. Maybe it’s the work week ahead (or the one behind) but I won’t be whistling my way to positivity best I can tell. Maybe a hot chocolate mug and some Jack-time will make the blues go away. Jack and gloom don’t go well together, after all.