Last night, for the first time in weeks, I worked out. I couldn't work out becaue of the surgery, but I think the cut has healed enough that I'm fine.

C2 is back from NY. He flew their for the week to visit and old friend, and to sort of date a man he met a few weeks ago at NX4. When I asked him if he was in love, he said "Yeah right!"

I'm trying to write a book about being a bear in the Pacific Northwest. I've started jotting down a few funny anicodtes but that's not enough. I need a good story to tell-- I haven't found that yet. So far it's about guys who drink and talk and eat together-- just like my life..

Hmmm