I love short weeks.
tomorrow is "Virtual" Friday

I've been employed at the same place now, in one capacity or another, for about a year and a half now.
In that time I've been asked maybe ten times, more likely much less, if I am of any relation to the author (my grandfather's cousin Ray). Four of those were today. Strange.

Anyway-Friday....what the hell are we doing? We have to do something. If so, I'll bring the crappy truck and we'll do some more road-skiing. Yeah. But no more shopping carts will be kept....I'm suprised my neighbors didn't call the cops last time. My guess is they just didn't wake up early enough. Still, I'd rather not push my luck.