Today is a singing day. A Virgo singing day? Dallas has been singing too. I've been singing a country version of Beastie Boys' Paul Revere. Ah, it happens to me sometimes. I'll go through a cycle of songs popping in my head. Don't think it's monthly though. Maybe quarterly. And I'll sing them my way, but sometimes I won't. Sometimes I'll try to sound exactly like the performer. Like when I sing the kids James Taylor, Carole King, or Neil Young at bedtime.

Did I just hear Lloyd yell moron from the bedroom? Haven't heard that word in a long time.

Aaron is coming home on Sunday. Yay. One day at a time, folks. You said it.

You see why I need a 12-step program for this? You can really get sucked into the warp of drugs, just being around someone on them. At least the user gets some temporary relief. I can't be mad at him. Shall I spend my life mad at someone, especially someone I love? Doesn't sound like a successful life to me.

My grandfather passing made me think about how when someone is old, dying, or dead, we tend to all of a sudden consider only the wonderful things about the person. Wouldn't life be much more fulfilling if we saw just the good things in people while they are living? Don't we all have our own spots to not have pointed out?