These past couple of weeks have been too strange. My mood has been alternating from highs to lows, I haven't been sleeping worth a shit and I have no ambition. Now for the strange part, the part that really worries me... I don't even feel like going fishing. Never before in my life have I been so afflicted.

I'm sure that this has something to do with my bout with the booze. Regardless, I gotta get over it. My buddy Doug referred to me as a "former fisherman"...

Some depressing news. The Saab transmission will cost about $1200.00 minimum. For a USED transmission. They don't rebuild Saab transmissions for some stupid reason, and one from Saab itself goes for about four grand...just a little more than the car is worth!

More bad news. Karen called me about 08:15, and she had gotten only the second ticket in her life. 41 in a 30 zone. But the REALLY BAD PART... she was also ticketed for driving without her seat belt. This might lead to a divorce, folks. I've spent years getting her to wear her belt. I thought that she always did, 'cause she always does when I'm with her. You just never can tell about people, even those (or maybe especially those) that you love.

There will be a new feature here on these pages soon, titled Cattales (WOW! How very clever!) and loosely patterned on another well-known diarist's similarly-named and intentioned page. Well, I guess my intentions are different. Way different... wait and see. You won't have to wait too long, I'm really inspired on this one. More later...
Now... to sleep, perhaps to dream, perhaps to wake again, perhaps not...