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!

     I stopped at my regular gas station to fill up the new van, I was down to below a half a tank.  I pulled into the full service as I always do–I have a sensitivity to gas fumes that brings on a migraine.  The service man knows me and my old van, so when I opened my window and leaned out as he came around the back, I managed to surprise him.

     “Squeee, new van.”  I told him.

     “Nice one!”  He said.

     While the tank filled, I showed him all the neat features.  Funny how we all seem to point out the clock and how coolly elegant it is.

     You all have a good one!