Empathy. We interrupt this poor Pete rant to provide some empathic (hmm not in typewriter spell checker) Curious, "EMPATHY" is not in the spell checker either. Great, just what I need. Even my typewriter has no empathy.

If you are reading this on the blog, some of what I am now typing may be posted, if not, just hang on for a few minutes and I am sure I will give up being an empathic person and end up typing more “woe is me” stuff which will certainly end up on the blog.

You have not had a bath in ten years? But you have experienced the pleasurable sensation of being immersed in a body of water at the swimming pool or beach. I think it was just this past week that a man freed from prison after ten plus years thanks to DNA said that one of the things he was looking forward to was a bath.

Your water woes remind me of one time when one of the kids decided to be helpful and ran the dishwasher for us. The only problem was he used the regular (and very sudsy) dishwashing soap. We came home to find six plus inches of soap foam covering the entire kitchen floor.

I am still not getting out to do my walking on the track and am afraid that my weight is going to continue creeping up. Last check it was around 214.

I wonder how much birth order affects ones personality. In our house, my younger brother was certainly more athletic, and while I was certainly no honor student, that was due more to my lack of attending classes in the 7th - 12th grades, and not applying my talents in the structured environment of the school. As my headmaster said when I graduated, "Pete, there was not one 2x4 that came into the school that you were not on one end of and sometimes by God, you were on both ends.”

The Yankees might be adding a bit to your misery. Around here it is all about the basketball playoffs. Since I do not watch the television that much anyway, post season action in any sport is something I read about after the fact in the New York Times.  ¶ 10:07 PM