|I did. I did have a day.|
Or maybe my subconscious knows I've gotten free and refuses to get weepy about it.
|Doesn't everybody's subconscious look like |
a young Paul Newman?
This time I insisted he charge me for his time and effort. I've never been so happy to write a check.
|I am a huge fan of money well spent.|
That is a whole 'nother story.
But it was a very, very fruitful search, let me say. More on that later.
Tomorrow is Father's Day. PDaughter and I will take her dad out to lunch and to see the new Pixar movie. We'll also start putting the house back together. It will be nice to have TV again, and to not have a huge credenza in my small bedroom. We'll restock the pantry and get caught up on laundry. It should be a good day.
Not as momentous a day as today. But every day can't be momentous. Some days are simply what they need to be, when they need to be.
Tell me what you did today, Drunkards. I really want to know.