Where in the hell have you been?

I have been overworking and being sick from overworking in the cold and wet.

I did not even go home last weekend. I stayed in the Doghouse and rested before I wound up in the hospital. It worked. Thank you, Mrs. Troll, for being a kind and understanding wife.

The local news predicts a break in the weather that I can certainly use. I am tired of going home every night with wet feet and am tired of freezing my ass off every morning. In the morning I am slipping on the ice that is all over the site, and before noon I am sloshing around in ankle deep mud. Emotionally I have decided that Santa Fe has some kind of existential line leading directly to Hell. In some ways I feel that in fact Hell has finally frozen over, but just until noon.

Rumor has it that the park that I am staying in is going to put in wireless Internet ‘real soon now’ so my exile from the information super-speed-bump may soon be over. When I think about it I become giddy as a school girl and happy as a dog eating cat shit. I will be taking my ‘puter with me in anticipation of this event.

While it is nice to be home, I certainly do not miss the sound of Frunobulax barking at a sofa cushion. I do not know what the cushion ever did to her, but she is expressing her anger in a loud and prolonged manner, the silly bitch. Even the other dogs think she is silly and ignore her as much as possible.

Let us all hope for an early spring so the dogs can go annoy someone else and I can finally get warm.