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I’ve got nothing of any interest to share with you, that is. Also, I am on a Mac computer and, for some reason, Blogger shows up a bit differently, so I’m not able to edit my posts to the full extent that I normally might.

We now return to our regularly scheduled blogging.

My trip home on the weekend was eventful, yet relaxing. Since I have nothing of significance to tell you, I’ll fill you in on my trip. And you will read it because you are equally as bored as I am. Otherwise you wouldn’t be surfing the internet to find a blog as unimportant as my own. As I posted earlier, Rebecca and I had a wonderful Friday at Mt. Washington. The day only continued as a good one because it was the first time in a long time that, in the evening, I could just relax, wear my pajamas, drink beer, snooze on the couch and not have to talk to anyone if I didn’t want to. I spent the day on Saturday with my aunt, during which we window-shopped, ate almonds and drank Diet Pepsi. That evening I met my friend Lauren for some much needed one-on-one time with more Diet Pepsi at Boston Pizza.

Still with me? I thought so. On Sunday, my eager anticipation drew me to the mountain again, despite Rebecca’s ominous forecast of icy slopes and zero visibility. She gets a gold star for being on the nose. After one icy run from the top of the Sunrise Quad (and two bruised knees which I attained by gaining speed, hitting an ice rut and planting both knees first onto the ice at full speed), we headed back down the mountain. The remainder of Sunday turned out to be somewhat of a bummer of a day, so I proceeded almost immediately to suck back cans of Pacific Pilsner. Four cans (and 2.5 glasses of Firesteed Oregonian pinot noir) later, I had a lovely buzz on. I ate through our Easter dinner despite my anti-social tendency, skipped dessert and went to bed.

Monday saw me heading back to the city to begin house/dog-sitting for a friend. Two dogs that I dearly love that bring me so much joy just to look at them. Two dogs that are quite the handful on one’s own to take care of while working a full-time job. However, it’s all worth it just to play with them and hold them and fall asleep beside them. It’s an interesting adjustment, however, when you suddenly need to schedule your entire day around the dogs’ eating, sleeping, bathroom and playing routines. There is no rest time after work because they need and deserve attention as soon as I walk through the door. I told my friend Greg last night that I’m beginning to understand what it’s like to be a parent. He laughed at me and said that “dogs are not children.” I suppose he’s right. But it’s a good practice in self-discipline.

Since you’ve made it this far, why not keep reading? I have two more things of which to inform you that are of equal insignificance as the above babble:

1. Today is Day 24 of being chocolate and excessive-sugar free - I feel like a smoker who has kicked the habit; and

2. Remember how I had resolved at New Year’s to quit swearing? That went out the window. Just thought you should know.

That is all for now. Surely you feel more fulfilled after having spent precious moments on reading all of that.