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Just saw a great SF movie I'd never heard of before, Dreamcatcher, another stephen king story made film. I really am not a fan of his writing, but I have to acknowledge he is one of the masters of our age, a sort of modern Charles Dickens. While I may not like his books he has beenthe source for some of the best movies of my life.

I haven't written much. Had quite a bit to say but been so busy never took the time to stop and commit it to words. I'm worried about the big dogs, when I taken them out to the park they are so sore they hobble for the rest of the day. Took them yesterday morning and last night clyde was so sore he wouldn't get off the bed until I made him and then it was too much for him to get back on when we slept. Going to need to do x-rays I am afraid and it is going to be a hassle to schedule some exercise time, an initial vet visit and then x-rays and have it all work.

I am a little overwhelmed by the news my ex-wife is getting married and going to try to have a kid. Not so much the married part (I've been expecting that for a while), but the kid thing. I've been really thinking about what the purpose of my life is if not to follow the evolutionary imperative and this really rings that train like a oil-quenched bell. Life doesn't have to be about your kids, but if it's not what is it going to be about and am I actually going to do anything other than try to enjoy myself?

I can't stop yawning so I am off to bed, sweet morpheus waits patiently.