There is some good stuff:
My wonderful girlfriend continues to grow and thrive and is just an amazing person.
She truly never ceases to amaze me...

Beastly LOKI is 9 months old now, and much more than a handful...

My nephew is about to turn 14.
Man, I'm old

But there's the bad, too:
Saturday marks a year since my Father passed.
I've continued my bad ways by being a bad son even since his death.
I've visited his grave site very few times.
I'm not one to pray.
I can't strike up a conversation like they do in the movies where people stand or sit at their loved ones tomb and talk it up.
For the most part, I stand there and think to my self, "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry, Dad."
I hope that's enough for him...

The tragically ugly comes in the way that good old Scotty, a co-worker / buddy of mine of 39 years of age, suddenly and inexplicably had a stroke. Right now, I guess he's in what would be called, serious, but stable condition?
Truth is I don't know all that much about it right now, but from what I've heard, it was not a mild one.
How it happened, I dunno. Why it happened, I dunno. SG's a good guy. We're not really close, but I know him well enough to know he's a good, laid back guy with no ill will towards any body who's always ready to lend a helping hand. He's engaged to a great gal, with the wonderful name of Hope, and they're awesome together.
And he's an accomplished musician who's been in many bands, and was really looking forward to a new band he and his friend were working up.
It's not right, and though I'm not gonna go there right now,it just drives home my feelings about God and a lack there of.
I hope to who or whatever controls this universe, Scotty makes as close to a full recovery as humanly possible.