The air is hot and humid so my feet are swelling some. I’m drinking more water but I can’t seem to lay off the salt. So I’m not going to complain to Janet about it anymore. It sucks to get old. Never do it.

I miss my baby, but she’s here in less than 48 hours. Yay!

Fantasy Football draft is tonight at 7. Should only take an hour.

From the office of Where The Fuck Is He?: Where is Dick Cheney. I’ve seen him twice in 8 years. I’m guessing that he’s been embalmed and is laying in state in a bunker under Camp David.

Started the autobiog on Monday. Wrote for an hour. Didn’t write yesterday. So in addition to hot swollen feet and being lonesome for my honey, I was cranky because I didn’t write yesterday.

I have to remember to tell Janet about the sidewalk bazaar on Main Street.

My sister just called. Mom’s feeling under the weather and tired. Apparently it’s been going on for a couple weeks. Sis and niece are going camping today, and I’ll be keeping an eye on mom. Mom won’t call the Doctor.

Gotta get back to work.

For now, later….

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