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Hey, it's Cinco de Mayo!

I... don't really have anything to say about Cinco de Mayo. It just sounded like a cool header.

Saturdays are the mos difficult day to make entries to the blog. Usually I'm out on the yard, as I was today. Man, it was a long day. My friend, Steve, is coming to town on Friday and I wanted the yard to look well managed for him. Not that he'd care. In fact, if there is one person I think would not give a rat's ass, it is Steve. The two of us have been friends so long, we're brothers. Besides Julie, no one knows me better than Steve, which is saying a lot considering that he lives on the other side of the country. I'm pretty stoked about his visit. Giddy like a little school boy! Weeeeeeee!

Enough of that, Malchus.

Also making the day longer is Jake's continued fight with his cold or, as Julie believes it may be, a sinus infection. The poor kid's nose is running non stop and his head hasn't stopped hurting for over a week. Yes, he's already been to see a doctor. He's on an antibiotic right now. I believe that puts him up to 12 meds daily, right now. It's hard to keep track.

How the hell can I name all of the frickin' members of Yes, past and present, but I can't name you all of his meds. What was that old SNL routine with Belushi and Laraine Newman... "You're blocking!"

I resolve to memorize all of the names of his meds by tomorrow. I should know this, damn it! I'm disappointed with myself and right now shaking me head. Part of me, knowing that there are more than 10 people actually looking at this blog, wants to delete that previous paragraph. Forget it.

I'm no saint. I'm just trying to do my best.

I have to do better. I can slack off when it comes to myself. But come on, dude... this is your son.



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