It has been suggested that I'm being too ambiguous about this Bob that I've been writing about. Since this log is mostly for self-reflection, and I certainly know what I'm talking about, it seems to me that it hardly matters. But, in the interests of maintaining my readership, I guess I can delve just a little bit.

You see, Bob often makes my day (though some days, I don't really feel like having him around). There's nothing like waking up, loathe to actually get your day started, and then all of a sudden there's a big old Bob right in your face. And whatever annoyance I feel when I first see Bob quickly fades when I think that day in and day out, Bob has been waiting there just for me. It's heartwarming! ::cue audience "aww":: So at least now maybe you understand the dismay with which I report Bob's disappearance.

I just hope he shows up at least once or twice before the end of the year so I can wish him a Happy Holidays.