Just because you're a broken man, doesn't mean you can't take care of business. The flock of geese that is hanging with the ducks in the Park came running to me this morning, right along with my buddies. It was quite the sight!

Even though I have trouble making my bed and feeding myself, doesn't mean I can't get things done. I paid my license tabs at the County Clerk, renewed my Farmers insurance, reminding Chad that I have been a Farmer's customer for more than thirty years, and never filed a claim. I then filled up my gas tank, bought groceries, picked up ice and a Walgreen script. All before 1000.

I was going to leave the laptop on the shelf, but grand-daughter Shelby needed some advice on web-hosting, so I put it back on the table. I also got a call from the Behavioral Health clinic, and I have a Zoom meeting scheduled next Thursday with somebody to talk about my options.

Then I cleaned my blog up from the stupid shit I've written lately, and wrote this. My bills are paid and my truck is ready to roll, if I choose to...