• No memory

    You ever look at a stack of work on your desk, representing an hour or so of your life, and not remember doing any of it?

    If you my head lying around somewhere could you let me know?

  • Not exactly creaping up

    All I can think about this morning is Cheryl’s appointment with the neurosureon this afternoon. Sometimes I really hate afternoon appointments.

  • My kid

    Beth got straight As on her report card again. It might seem routine to some, but it never gets old to me.

    She takes a lot of crap from some people, more than she should have to. But she’s a fighter in her own way, and this is where it shows.

    Good job kid.