The Weekend Eudemon

I'm spry this morning. I left work early yesterday, not feeling well. I took an inadequate nap, then--feeling a little better--headed to the drinking club.

Unfortunately, my wife came with me and brought along Tess (9 months). Tess didn't want to be at the drinking club. Tess fussed. Tess cried. Tess screamed. So then Eric fussed. Eric cried. Eric screamed. And decided to leave after one tall pilsner, which he drank in record time.

We picked up pizza for the kids on the way home, I watched an episode of The Sopranos on DVD, read to Meg (4 years), who was also tired, then went to sleep . . . at 8:00 a.m. I slept until 4:30 and felt pretty darn good. I went downstairs, wrote my Catholic Exchange column, then logged onto the Blogging Command Center.

But I don't have a lot to say. I have a busy day ahead of me: funeral visitation, church function, community economic development function. Blogging could be light. Then again, I have a handful of interesting Atlantic Monthly articles I want to mention, so today might be a good day to bring them out.

No one has "bit" on the advertising. My wife says, "Your Advertisers link isn't noticeable enough. Don't take it personally. Take the gun away from your forehead." I say, "It's only ten bucks! You couldn't buy a urinal ad in Zimbabwe for ten bucks. This is obviously a conspiratorial attempt to undermine my blogging efforts, probably launched by a gay activist group in California." Our debate will continue to rage, as will my drinking, spurred on by my depression at being able to feed and clothe my family properly because I didn't get that ten bucks.

I'll probably change the advertising link title to make it lengthier and catchier. Maybe some sort of pornographic title would grab people's attention.

That's it for this morning. May the gods of winter smile on your mug.