A quick one before bed.

A quick one because it's late and I've got an early morning start to what's going to be a long day at work. The Saints' season opener at home. Feh.

 In any event, there's nothing to ponderous on my mind this evening. The dog seems to be coming along quite nicely, in the process causing me to become totally smitten with the little booger. I'm still not sure we're totally comfortable with each other, though he seems to be pretty attached to me. He waits by the shower until I'm finished, jumps into bed with me, and sleeps by the door while I'm gone. It's weirding me out somewhat, that sort of total devotion. I am not used to it at all, but it's pretty neat. Unsettling but neat, and I imagine that goes a long way in explain just what's wrong with me.

 Seems I might have a week or perhaps even two of solitude coming up. Not going into details, of course, but I think it will be beneficial all around. It'll give those that need it a little room to think and it'll give me time to get closer to the dog. Plus, I do miss being alone from time to time. The last time there was solitude was nice, and when it ended it was, well, nicer. This is all very new to me, so you'll have to forgive me if I stumble through it.

 And that's all I've got. Sorry.

I would look up a synonym for "apathy", but why bother?

 More serious navel-gazing nonsense. Warned.

  When I try to study on the whole question of what's "wrong" with me, the problem is it isn't just one single, significant source.  That would be easier to tackle than a lot of little stumbles and sharp objects, which is what I'm dealing with now. For instance. I'm still getting over the realization I made a few years back that no matter how cunningly I craft my arguments, how airtight my logic, and how well-researched my facts, there are just some folks who are never going to listen.