Another Quick Ewy Minute (rump boil)

Car...check
Truck...check
Dog...check
Computer...check
Will...pending
Oh, yah, and Will Ferrell is back with another viral video. Google "good cop, bad baby".
I'm taking on something completely different for me, a schedule. I have been running amuck with no focus and I've been starting to take on some of the traits of a dementia patient. This is nothing new. Most of my friends and acquaintances often wonder where I am even when I'm standing right in front of them. Even my wife has to constantly put up with conversations much like this:
Wife: Work was a pain in the ass today.
Me: So, how was work?
It gets worse, too. On Friday, our fifth anniversary, I'd failed to plan anything so whisked my wife to the romantic digs of Big Bill's New York Pizza. Most men would compensate for the less-than-passionate Yankees motif by turning on the charm. Here's a sample of me working my wiles:
Wife: Wow, honey, it's been five years!
Me: I think I like YouTube better than Google Video, but I guess they're the same company.
Wife: What?
Me: I really need to write.
The first major cry for help came when a couple of years ago my wife came home and she asked how I my day had gone. I told her, in all seriousness, that I'd tried to make a schedule but had run out of time. She laughed. At least on the outside.
So today is the first day. I got up at six and successfully finished my first chore. After taking Paco to the park, I ate and showered. Start simple, they say. Who's they? In this case, my wife, and a small woman with bedhead and pancreatic issues who once delivered Democracy to Bulgaria. It takes a village. I'd tell you more but I don't think I'm supposed to be blogging right now.