This one will be short, because I’m going to bed early. It was a rough weekend. The wife went out of town this weekend, leaving the boy and I to our own devices. We went to the climbing gym, and were literally the only ones there. It’s a co-op, so there aren’t any employees, and we used our keycards to get in. We cranked up the house sound system, and (literally) rocked. I wish I could say it was midnight, but it was closer to noon. Then I took a nap while the boy worked on his web site. We ate fries. We played Wii. We read books. Mine: David Lee Roth’s autobiography, Crazy from the Heat. One of my fave books of all time. It’s out of print (a shame) and not even available in e-book format, so I’m reading an actual hard cover book! My friend got it on Amazon after I had raved about it awhile back. I’ve almost killed it in a weekend. The boy’s: He finished the last of the Hitchhiker’s Guide books this weekend. We watched football. Oh yeah, and I took him to a punk rock show. The old 80′s silly punk band,


