My hip hurts from the (PT approved) workout at the gym. Not bad enough to gimp me, but bad enough so I have a legit excuse not to shovel this mess. I don't know what it's like elsewhere in Milwaukee, but there's a dang blizzard out my front window. Sometimes this block is meteorologically freaky; for all I know it's dry as a bone two blocks over.
Published writer, compulsive reader, Old School Whovian, Match Game enthusiast, NKOTB fan, data hoarder, and - surprisingly, given that list - married with four kids. Welcome to my take on life, fatherhood, entertainment, and whatever strikes my fancy. Enjoy!
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