Monday, all day long. Just like it always is, any more. Karen and I both had trouble sleeping last night, I think that she kept waking my up, but she says that I woke her up. We have no way of knowing for sure, so I'll take the blame this time. Busy day at work, I was running the machine except for an hour that I had to leave to go to a meeting. Ordering supplies, doesn't that sound like fun? It was only about 45 minutes, and I did stay awake. In fact, I even asked some questions, and got some treats for doing so. Well, you were really only supposed to get treats for *answering* questions, but my questions were every bit as good as those the instructor asked.... It looked like it was gonna start pouring down rain when I got home, so I went in and read my email, then I checked the radar and saw that the rain was breaking up, so I went out and started the lawn mower. I got the front and side done and that just about got me tuckered out, so I went to put the mower up and busted the handle on the damned thing. I'm gonna have to figger out how to baling-wire it back together tomorrow. And I was pretty chuffed last night, a former(?) journaller whom I greatly respect mentioned me in the same paragraph as Sara Astruc and CeeJ Silvario. OK, here's a question for all of you wannabe journalist-headline writers: Headline the following story... a midget psychic escapes from the county jail. Highlight Small Medium at Large for the answer! No, no, I'm not done yet. Old man and lady sitting in their rocking chairs on the front porch. A young pair of lovers stroll by, hand in hand, and the older lady gets some uncharacteristic urges. She grabs the old man's hand and whispers urgently to him, "Let's go upstairs and make wild passionate love!" He considers this for a moment, then declares, "Well, I can do one or the other..." Heh. Sometimes I wonder about my typos. Instead of writing "Hand in hand" above, I wrote "Hand in hind" Bedtime for this bozo. Which reminds me, I hear that Ronald Reagan is approaching the end. He's 91, a year older than Karen's mom. Such a horrible disease. It's hard to feel sympathy for those afflicted, those who care for them are more apt targets. Sometimes it even makes me feel bad about my continual whining here... I'm a very lucky man in almost every respect.