Hey, today’s my anniversary. Thirteen years. Thirteen long, long years. Bill Clinton was President, my mom was still alive, I was a grease monkey Refrigeration Mechanic, there was a World Trade Center in NYC, my dogs weren’t born yet, and I still lived in that other damn house, except the crazy f*cking neighbor hadn’t moved in next door yet. Ah, those were the days. Things are better now, except I was still young back then, and now I’m old. My dog’s getting kinda old, too, which I try not to think about. Oh, and all things considered, I think Clinton was a better President (though he was pretty disappointing, too). Anyhow, I’d like to celebrate by taking the day off and hanging out in the water (did I mention it’s supposed to be hot today?) but, sadly, that aint gonna happen. At least it’s an early day, so I’ll get home before it gets too late.