I knocked tires rotated off my list of chores this morning, before my road trip next Friday. As I was walking into the tire shop at 0800 I heard someone call out my name behind me. It was my buddy Slim who drives this cute little Kia, and he also had an appointment at Sullivan's Tire.

We playfully jostled for position as I made it through the door first. Poor guy ended up shelling out $1200 bucks for some top of the line new tires, while my rotation was free.

Slim's a cool dude, 82, full head of hair and a beard, wife is still with him, and kids and grandkids scattered all over town. He was in the Navy from 1960 to 1964, god someone older than me, and ended up a commercial glass installer for forty years.

I'm into day five sober as 1100 approaches. This particular time was always my start time if I was sitting around the house. Now it's just the time I turn on the news. It get's a little easier every day and I'm waiting to cross over the hump.

My new Google Pixel 8 Pro arrives tomorrow between 1000 an 1400 and I've been watching YouTube videos on how to set it up and transfer everything from my Samsung S20. I may be able to pull it off, but if not I've got a Wednesday appointment at the Spectrum store in Columbia.

Movin on, one day at a time..