Melancholy

I typed a whole post, then deleted it. It was a cryptic piece of downer crap. Great therapy, bad blogging. Anyway, work continues to be mind-numbing, soul-sucking drudgery (that's why they call it work!). My son is adding vocabulary faster than I can say, "Don't repeat that in front of your mother" and my daughter can move every direction but forward on her own. And my wonderful wife puts up with my nonsense so things are definetely not too bad.
Humorous hijinks to follow soon.