Come Along and Be My Alpha Dog...Come Along and Be My...

Today has been less than wonderful so far. My wife's sinuses continued to trouble her and she felt generally rotten all day. We left for the office an hour late so she could sleep in, then came home sometime after 1:00 pm so she could sleep again. And it rained like it was monsoon season.

But she woke up, hungry for pizza, so we popped one into the oven and ripped through it greedily, as if neither of us had eaten in weeks. I know I ate yesterday. Soba noodles from a local Noodle Wave dive. I had forgotten I took a photo. Not sure why I need to photograph my food lately, but it adds a little color to my posts, don't you think?

Last night, I intended to post a note to Nicole, but instead I posted it first to Black Soap, where I'd first read some of Nicole's posts. I apologized to both of them, blaming early-onset dementia. It's scary, though, since that may actually be what it is.

Almost nobody has been posting any comments lately (except Nicole and Kona...and I thank you). What about my pig post and my post about the incredible flamenco-style guitars and my wierd post about many things? Hmmph.

By the way, I've been giving serious (actually, really, serious) thought to doing something completely different...opening up a hot-dog stand. I have lots of ideas about hot dogs I think would go over very well. And I could continue being the "boss," which apparently is my overriding desire, though god knows why. Yes, my new hot-dog stand could be a huge success. And I could continue to be the alpha dog. (That's just the start, my friends, that's just the start!)