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I am stuck at the house all day, having to wait between 8am and 5pm for a chair delivery. As such, I'm listening to a shuffle of some of the 11,643 tracks on my iPod. I'm also cleaning my room, or rather, my side of it. Ugh. I am not into cleaning, just like you're not into getting your arm caught in a wheat thresher. And yet, because I love my wife, I am cleaning.

Or at least I am spending a bit of time cleaning, which, for me, is a victory in itself. Any of my close relatives who read this (and their are at least three) will attest to the affirmative on the impressive nature of my even considering cleaning my room.

My desk? That's another matter. I would clean it, but I'm fairly certain that all the candy wrappers, empty Pepsi/Root Beer/Black Cherry soda bottles, checkbook carbons, and other detritus are what are keeping my computer cables plugged in securely. As I have learned, you don't mess with success. - Hey, an indirect pun!

Anyway, thanks to all the folks who have been reading my columns at GNMParents. You're all so wonderful for giving them the love.

Also, I seem to be late to the party as to learning about Zorbing.