Ring. It's for you. I don't want it.

Hello all you with your listening ears on

I always seem to call Wendy at the wrong time. Her phone rings when she is in the middle of doing something or just sat down to relax. Guilty party? Me. Penalty? 50 years. Most of the time I have nothing to say on the phone. I am like traffic. All pause and nowhere to go.

Wendy and I watched the season premiere of House last night. It was pretty good. I love the jokes. It was funny and moving at the same time. It shows you sometimes just have to live. One person can't control everything. Here's the remote.

I watched a pretty cool show, maybe last night called Castle. Stars Nathan Fillion and some others. Fillion plays a mystery writer who helps out the NYPD, most to one of the detectives dismay. It seemed interesting. Of course the storyline has been played to death. Sometimes it jumps around how they figure out things, but overall a decent show. I suspect I may have to pay attention.

Now back to making phone calls. Anybody there?