Sometimes I have a hard time understanding how it came about that I wrote so much about...Superman. I don't give a shit about Superman, and I never have. Except, apparently, I did/do. Sort of.

The day I thought I'd delete my journal, I got online and discovered that Wendi had bailed and I didn't want to be...coattailing her, I guess. And then I decided there was no reason to leave, though I do feel better just having stated that there's nothing more to be expected from me.

I'm being lazy, answering here rather than where you posted, but thank you for your kind wishes about the dog. He was a very sweet puppy and I am really missing him.