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Been meaning to update this site, it’s just I woke up last September to find the dog had crapped on the rug so my wife and I set to work cleaning that up with water and vinegar and that smelled terrible then the baby woke up and needed her diaper changed and didn’t exactly smell great and she got very upset when there was a picture of Minnie Mouse on her diaper instead of Doc McStuffins so I calmed her down and got her dressed and my wife took her to daycare while I went to yoga then took a shower and tried to do the dishes but the disposal was broken so I called the repair guy Steve and made an appointment then got an email from my dad soliciting a list of grievances I have with him – he thought maybe I’d have 25 of them – so I wrote that salivating and contemplating and what I sent was whimsical and empathetic and downright kind yet he complained it was too mean even though he asked for a list of grievances and all I want is for him to take some basic accountability for being woefully negligent so I went to spin class and took a shower and shaved then made dinner and fell asleep on the couch and in the morning I listened to podcasts and got measured for a custom suit for a wedding in October and looked really good and on the train I read some depressing books then taught a class, went home and ate too much ice cream and felt ashamed of myself so I cleaned the bathroom while listening to more podcasts and not getting enough sleep and my flight was delayed due to mechanical issues and I missed the wedding in Palm Springs and Susan Orlean liked my Tweet and nobody got to see how dynamite I look in my new custom suit and I ate too much Chinese food and watched too much football while caring too much about my fantasy teams and the baby needed me to help her poop which was as confusing and gross as it sounds then the cat tracked litter all over the house and I needed to sweep and dog needed to go out so I had to gather her crap in a bag then it was Friday night and Saturday morning and I had 200 papers to grade then 35 pilot pitches on which to provide positive, constructive and never belittling or discouraging feedback so I bought some shoes and changed a diaper, watched Disney movies, SUCCESSION, BARRY and MRS. MAISEL, all of which I recommend, but then the cat threw up – they’re such clean animals – and I had to scrape that up so I drank too much and didn’t get enough sleep and went to yoga and we hosted Thanksgiving and I ate pie to lift my spirits and it didn’t really work then my mom came to visit and the baby got really constipated then we took the baby to our Buddhist Temple, had a great time and haven’t been back since but I went to spin class and checked email and found out a student died so I did some online shopping for things I didn’t need and we went to look at a condo and it was perfect – you all would have been so jealous - so we put in a bid for full asking price and the next morning learned the people who really wanted the house offered 20% over asking but our beaks were wet so we looked for more places, found one we love, made an offer and close in a couple weeks and are scheduling contractors and I woke up at 3am to build my daughter a kitchen for Christmas then car broke down in the rain on Lake Shore Drive and we waited for a tow truck driver who didn't want to tow us because it involved too much paperwork with the city and my wife got sick, the car got $2,500 of repairs then my baby got sick then I got sick then I reconnected with old friends about creative projects that aren’t this blog and I thought about writing but it felt pointless and I fought with my wife and I yelled at myself and I went to therapy and stopped seeing one of my therapists and started seeing the other more often, went to yoga, helped the baby poop, went to the dentist and just got back from taking Bea to the dentist and I’m told it’s February.  So, sorry I haven’t been blogging.  I’m gonna try to do one a week. 
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