How about a glimpse into my world: a night in the life of the grammaticaster.
4:40 PM — Arrive home from work, let scrawny dog out of crate, turn off dog meditation music, pat cat on head, eat piece of chocolate (if available), strip off work clothes, don lay-about clothes.
5:00 PM — Iron shirt for next day, wash dishes, eat piece of chocolate (optional).
5:30 PM — Pretty much sit around, delete misguided TiVo suggestions, read email.
6:15 PM – Cook dinner, wait for the wife.
7:15 PM – Wife arrives. Chat about day. Chat about dinner.
7:45 PM — Eat dinner. Watch whatever Discovery Channel / Travel Channel / Food Network show TiVo has recorded for us.
8:45 PM – Dessert: chocolate or key lime pie (or both)
9:00 PM — Wife naps. I have a glass of wine and blog (or play around on the internet, as was the case tonight).
11:00 PM — Contemplate another glass of wine. Feel bad for wasting time instead of writing or reading or doing something useful.
12:15 AM — It’s bed time. Shake blanket to wake up the dog. Take dog outside. Prepare for bed.
12:30 AM – Awaken the wife. Tell her it’s time for bed.
12:40 AM – Awaken the wife. Tell her it’s time for bed.
12:45 AM – Awaken the wife. Tell her it’s time for bed. Get into bed. Read book until eyes grow heavy.
1:30 AM – Turn out the light. Sleep.
Fascinating, isn’t it? I wish this was more embellished than it is. And now, if the clock is to be believed, I’m running a little behind schedule. Excuse me.









The time is upon us. The election, you ask? Nah. The annual Memphis Halloween Party! For the first time in a couple of years, my costume is one that is guaranteed to offend people. There is a critical element to it that is only good for a couple of hours, after which my costume will transform from “clever” to “just plain wrong.” It’s going to be