It’s bad enough when I lose a word or my train of thought derails in a fatal wreck.  However, when I draw a blank on what to post here I am truly screwed.

     Banging my head on the keyboard does nothing to knock things loose either, except maybe a few keys.  Screaming only wakes the dogs and The Curmudgeon and makes all three cranky.

     Another cup of coffee…

     Yes, that might do the trick since the dogs and The Curmudgeon woke me a good hour before my alarm would’ve gone off.  At least the Curmudgeon was happy the furniture people brought a replacement for his new chair which decided to fall apart within weeks of arrival.

     I’ve noticed that this chair makes much less noise when he lowers the footrest…

     That’s all I’ve got folks, you have a good one!