I've never been a huge tweeter, but man, this presidency has been great for Twitter.

Yesterday I wrote a CoC about how the 14th is the birthday of the girl who broke my heart in 1999. Somehow, I guess I never scheduled that CoC. But I'm still thinking about it and still wishing I could get that damned date out of my head. And yes, I hear the paradox in that statement.

Shortly after the crushing loss last night, I got word that Royce Lewis, new to Class A Cedar Rapids, debuted with a four-hit day.

The Twins are taking part in a nickname promotion across the league. One player will be wearing a jersey that says "BULLDOZE." This player is...Hector Santiago.

I got an unexpected message on FB yesterday from a guy I worked on some TV projects with in Washington. He and I hadn't talked in probably six years; turns out he overcame heroin addiction about eight months ago after battling it for five years.

That world of hard drug addiction seems so far removed from me at this point that it seems more like a movie I saw than my own life; hopefully time will afford him the same feeling.

Vacations of equal length seem shorter with each one I take.

My short stay in Illinois is over. The particular greenery we drove through made it feel like we were never far from home anyway.

I made some organic quip yesterday to my wife about how this wedding reception was probably in a barn. Was informed that this wedding reception is, in fact, in a barn.

We're getting to set to leave early Saturday for a wedding in Illinois that probably won't be my cup of tea, but I do like the cousin who's getting married, so whatever.

My daughters have enough friends in the area that there's a sleepover probably three to four nights a week during the summer. This doesn't count the digital sleepovers they do with their friends in Arizona (which I think is awesome and is something I wish I'd had as a kid).