Serequil and Snow and Lobotomies, Oh My!

My wife has chosen to confuse the hell out of me by being kind, sweet, loving, and getting a LOT of work done around the house.  I, as a result, have very little to bitch about.  Yes, she is still in love with someone else in her cyber world, but as far as I know, they have done nothing more than engage in a little cyber kissing and cyber dancing.  There has been no cyber sex involved.  She is supremely manic, having gone from 12-14 hours of sleep per day to a mere 4-6 hours.  This, I atribute, to her going off of serequil.  So, I've been spending my spare time writing while I contemplate a full frontal lobotomy.  I had my first full fledged nightmare in decades last night (my daughter was missing and presumably kidnapped).  Beyond that, I've actually cleaned off my desk at home and have accomplished dozens of "honey-doos". I've put up one of my older works for reading, for any who are interested. http://alphonsuspeck.wordpress.com/2009/01/07/the-snow-blower/