Being a single parent means having to battle the monsters under the bed alone.

Someday this pain will be useful to you.

-part of last night's Walking Dead. it rings close to my home.

During this holiday weekend, I feel grateful for all the change that has happened to me. Those few things that have remained constant I hold precious. Nothing stays the same forever. There are things worse than what has happened to me. So it is a year worth giving thanks.

This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my daughter and that the last year has been an extremely interesting time and next year looks to be exciting on so many levels.

If I trust someone, I will listen to them. I never want to lose trust in my daughter.

Josie enjoyed waking up and seeing all the record crates ready to ship. It's good to have unique visions before breakfast that will eventually be transformed into memories. It's better than the mundane ordinary day that greets her in a bowl of cereal.

Off for my first major meeting on the VR Project. I want this to happen so that I can provide for my family. I need to do more than merely punch the clock. I need to create the clock that others punch. When a kid asks Josie what her dad does, I want her to say, "He peels apart the fabric of time and space and lets me peek through."