Sigh. I must have been zoning out when I produced last night's blog post, because I wrote the wrong day of the week on the title. Two people reminded me of that. Thanks, you two. Now, why didn't the rest of my 4.7 notice?
Been a long day. Worked all day (to get you money, to buy you things). I made dinner for a change, just to prove to Patricia that I knew where the kitchen was. I made my world-famous pasta with meat sauce. Valley beef. Yummy. Patricia had a second helping while cursing me for all the carbs I was supplying her with. After dinner, she promptly fell asleep on the couch while I washed the dishes and tidied up in the kitchen a titch. She just went to bed, actually.
I wasn't idle this evening, but I didn't work on any of the several Frank columns I have to finish in the next couple of weeks, either. Let's see if I can get something done Tuesday night. Want to finish at least one of them by Friday at the latest.
I had a pretty good topic in mind for a blog post this evening, but it has slipped my mind. If I think of it, I will discuss it here. I promise.
I think I will turn in now.
See you tomorrow. Keep smiling. Or start smiling. It can't hurt.