It’s just fun to type 8.8.8.
I am alive. I spent a few days in Tennessee visiting with my family and some of my wife’s family who invaded from the Lone Star State.
I drove home this morning, and I was going to mow the yard, but it was too wet. I drove to the office and finished my grades. Before I submitted Fs for students who deserved them, I wanted to make certain that none had dropped the course, and I did not have my folders with me. I got my grades in and had to submit a silly report that my college requires about three times every semester.
I came home and worked in the yard. I mowed, edged and blew. Gosh, it was wonderfully delightful outside. It was in the high 80s, and there was the nicest breeze blowing. It almost reminded me of California weather.
Tonight, I am eating brown rice and some pinto beans and watching the Olympics.
It appears that John Edwards is, in fact, the weasel I always suspected he was. It’s so nice to be proven right.
