As I lay on the couch Friday with my dogs (using me as a cushion) slowly having the life sucked out of me by a stomach virus, I came to the realization I need a hobby or a project or something to use up some of my free time. As I lay there praying for death I looked at my two furry space heaters and thought no matter how crappy I feel my dogs are always there to comfort me especially when I have one of those all consuming pity parties. You know the kind where you look at your station in life.. and then your age.. and then your friends and their success which ultimately increases the self loathing and brings your pity party to an all new low! Well, I suppose no one is going to change my situation but me. So if I don't expire from what ever small alien has taken up space in my stomach I suppose I will count my blessings, pet my dogs and get on with life.