The week in review:
Black and blue, mentally.
The wild and wooly 4th quarter screeching with rushes and deadlines.
Frustration and unrelenting demands.
And then, Friday comes along and the furor finally starts to wind down.
The light at the end of the tunnel? Or is it the train?
Of course, there were happy, crazy times, this week, after work, for an hour or two each night.
However, my energy level just couldn’t keep up.
And then there is that other problem: Stones.
No one wants to hear about the stones I have, but prefer to hear about this stone:
Mick Jagger is 74. His girl friend is 23. She says this is the first serious relationship she has had.
What a hoot.
Friday night: Wished Chris a happy birthday before coming home. He and his lovely bride looked so happy tonight.
Stinker bell is eating, looking like a deranged hoodoo. Whatever that is.
Another wild night, 715pm. Ha!