Tony kicked our asses in Poker again last night, and we almost finished that bottle of Irish Whiskey. I like Tony, he's a big ol Southern boy. He does what Daniel does, school maintenance, just in a different county.

The fact that Daniel's trying to get him to shorten his commute and come work with him here, speaks volumes for the guy. Daniel's a perfectionist with his work quality, which is heating, air, electrical, and every other thing that could go wrong in a large fourteen school district.

But Tony ain't sold yet, he's looking closely at his options, while beating us again in Poker. It's a real hoot to hang out with intelligent craftsmen, we shared stories and laughed hard.

Daniel said I was really out there last night, which means I was talking sex, and Tony was cracking up while Daniel covered his head and shook it in dismay. Hey, when you drink a lot of sipping whiskey with OldManJim, on top of everything else, you get the real deal.

At least I was dressed, my dishes were done and my bed was made! I'm back in my robe now, it's a rainy dismal day, I have nowhere to go, and I may not make it out of the robe!