I haven't fallen off the planet, I just fell off of the Internet.

You see, I'm on the computer a lot while at work, so when I come home the last thing I want to do is get on the computer again. Even to just check my e-mail or write a quick blog update. Such is the fate of the electronic age.

I'm on my second night in a row of making breakfast for dinner. Applesauce pancakes last night, sourdough french toast tonight. I would have breakfast for dinner tomorrow night, but I'm going to Katrina's birthday dinner. Maybe I'll suggest biscuits and gravy.

Life's been busy the last two months; there's too much to write about. If you want in on the stories, call me, e-mail me, Facebook me, send me telepathic messages, something.

Ike - who wants a mountain bike, but he doesn't know which one