I have no time, really, but I think I can fit in five minutes every now and then to scribble something down. If I like it, I'll paste it all together and y'all can tell me how much my writing sucks.

Mike sighed as he sat down in front of his computer. 5:45 AM. For a change, his digestive system wasn't waking up at odd hours. The meds seemed to be working. Libido? Active enough for a 50-year-old bear. No complaints from his wife -- except maybe that they need to go at it a bit more often. That, or go to Europe. Mike counted three times this week and had already asked a travel agent to quote up some itineraries.

Listening carefully, Mike can hear his teenage son snoring in his room. The chaos won't start for twelve minutes. Mike has just enough time to check his personal email.

What's this? A message from Kevin? I haven't hear from him since shortly after he got married...