Of course, they need to win their respective next few games, not a sure thing for either team. But still, a possibility.

For those who don't know, I've been a Packer fan since 1964. Some years I've been really quiet about it, of course.

JD and Annette got back last night, and he has a problem with some picture files, and if any of you have any experience recovering *.jpg files from a card, please help! The file headers are messed up, but the data is (probably) mostly there.

I talked to him for a while, and they're planning on another trip... and I want Karen and I to go with them. Yeah, ten hours both ways in a tin can. He says there is enough whisky in the world so that I could manage that.

I've never seriously considered going to Europe before.

Anyway, like I said, a very relaxed day. Still feeling weak and only somewhat feverish, but the intestinal symptoms have thankfully gone now, it's nice to not have to figger out how long it'll take me to get to the bathroom from where ever I'm at.

3.2 seconds from the computer room, 7.8 from the bedroom, 4.7 from the living room if I'm not in the recliner. Not counting cats in the way, of course. Kicking a cat adds precious seconds to the time from any direction, and actually falling down really ruins the numbers... so the ones quoted are my best numbers, not an average.

I'm planning on getting a computer involved in my musical endeavors, I'm kinda outgrowing what I can do with a guitar and a keyboard and my voice. Speaking of which, I don't know if I can sing or not. Sometimes I think that I can, other times I know that I can't. And then I think, well, Bob Dylan can't sing either, but on the other hand, he's a bloomin' genius.

And I must confess, I can sing most of Bob's songs better'n he can, but that does me no good whatsoever, so can everyone else.

So I really need to concentrate on songwriting; I've got probably 20 songs in various stages, so I need to work on them, finish them up, polish them up, record them.

Yeah, right.

I've found it really hard to stay away from the keyboard, but I've found that stuff that I'm learning on the keyboard translates into being a better guitar player.

Like the relationship to the notes sung to the chords played. I knew that there was a connection, but I'm beginning to actually see that now with the keyboard, whereas with just the guitar it would have remained a mystery.

Of course, this would have been elementary had I had any kind of a musical education, or if I had even been paying attention all of these years.

Ever since we came back from Oklahoma the last time, I've been looking for my pocketknife, the one that Charlie (Karen's Dad) carried for years. Got an email from Mom tonight, she found it. I feel much better about that, I do. Besides being Charlie's knife, it's a damned good one, and I need to take batter care of it.

For years and years I carried a knife that my uncle Earle gave me, and I had many memories of that knife. For one thing, when I was about 9 or so, I was out on the golf course close to home and I threw it at a ground squirrel about 50 yards from me and hit the poor little thing in the neck. Man, I felt bad about that, and I still do. Poor little thing. It doesn't really matter that it was just a rodent, it was a live thing and I killed it. On the other hand... man, what a shot!

Anyway, that one finally fell apart (yes, I still have the pieces!) about fifteen years ago, and I searched for years for a proper replacement before I ran across Charlie's knife after he died.

Like I said, I need to take care of it.