I really wanted to sleep in this morning, mostly because I was up rather late last night. Trouble is, my body has developed this nasty habit of following a set schedule, regardless of context.
As troubling as this sounds, it pales in comparison to a dream and my reaction to it. In my dream it was Monday morning and I was at my office. I was looking through my desk to see if I’d left my torx…
A blogging friend (who posts a lot more often) noted the passing of a blogging milestone a few days ago, but it didn’t occur to me to look at my own blog (I swear). I didn’t notice the number until I imported all of my stuff from the WordPress database into MacJournal this afternoon: 2023 posts. About twenty of those posts are hidden from view – saved drafts never finished, or…
There’s something you should know. You are part of an experiment. Some of you may feel like I’ve violated your trust, using you without your permission. If it makes you feel any better, you’re not an important part. If you like feeling important, I’m really sorry.
Just being here, reading this post, is all it took.
In a few seconds you’re going to start getting tired of this post, and…
I love it when folks say: “I want my doctor making treatment decisions, not the government,” as if an insurance company never set treatment terms.
I loved it even more when our insurance company said they wouldn’t cover treatment for Beth’s Aspergers. Why? “Because Florida Law only requires us to cover treatment for Aspergers if it’s diagnosed before a child…
I am childlike. In some contexts this statement could be seen as a compliment. It’s not meant to be one this time.
I hate to cook. I love to cook.
I hate the idea of cooking on the drive home, after a particularly long day at the office. Once I get home and start slinging pots, pans and ingredients… I’m in love.
I’m not particularly creative, daring, or good. But I’ll…
A friend recently observed some kids will dread an activity – until they get there. Then they have a blast.
Church was like that for me this morning. I really thought it was going to go badly. Beth was in rare form, and my fourth grade teacher sat next to me. Yes, the one I wrote about recently.
But there are a lot of things to love about Easter Sunday service. It’s festive and…
Be warned: I’m feeling preachy today.
If I may intrude (you did come to me, after all), consider this when your kids break out in smiles today, filling their faces with joy and holiday goodies.
Climate Progress:
The true debate is not between those who say global warming is a serious problem that deserves strong action and those who say it isn’t. The debate is now between those who say…
I always thought there was something wrong with me. There were certain holidays that meant nothing (or very little to me) and Easter was one of them.
You can excuse a kid if he/she feels nothing for a holiday that gives nothing back – not with birthdays and Christmas to contend with. But I’m an adult. I’m supposed to be better. It’s part of growing up – being more…
The spacebar makes too much clicking noise, but I like the illuminated keyboard more than I thought I would. I do most of my writing after dark, and while I can type, it’s still nice to be able to see the keys.
I’m going to miss the PB keyboard overall though (dark or not).
The trackpad is simply huge. The scheme of making the back half physically clickable (the whole thing pivots…