And so it goes.

Much has happened since my last post.

I'm still employed. It's been a year now. The pay is low, and they expect a LOT of knowledge, and they work your ass off.

Good people for the most part, but it's an outsourcing company. They don't pay well, half the idea behind their existence is that they can provide cheap expertise.

I'm engaged. I'm getting married on March 12th. We've sent the invitations, I'm popping $1k for a suit that I can't afford, and I just paid $160 for a white shirt. I'm no clothes horse, believe me... I'm just hard to fit, and even big and tall shops don't have anything that fails to look like shit. I'm thick chested, and anything I find that fits my chest, hangs off in a huge bag around my waist.

Custom made? Well, J doesn't want to walk down the aisle to marry someone that looks like crap.

The kids are a constant challenge. For someone who has spent his entire life in a warm, comfortable bachelorhood.... Well, lets just say that two teenagers are a bit of an ice bath.

The last six or seven years have been tumultuous for me. Now, coming out of the whole thing I know who my friends are, and even though I'm earning 2/3rds what I used to and am having to rebuild my career at age 51, it's better.