I was projecting, actually. But misery loves company.
Speaking of misery, I'm reading "Life" by Keith Richards. Very very interesting. Talk about the hightest highs and the lowest lows, though . . . .
As he says, he spend many years sleeping a night or two a week -- so he's lived three times more lives than the rest of us.
And he (as well as the other Stones) all picked up and left England because of taxes. So there's always that.
Uncle Yucky had shoulder surgery yesterday. Anesthesia is not his friend.
And he's fine today. Uncle Crankypants emerged yesterday but is gone today, thankfully.
Why are naps wasted on kids that don't appreciate them? I enjoyed several today. I'm so glad tax day has passed!
Happy May to all. I can't believe it is May and my heat has kicked on a few times - just to get the house to 64 degrees in the morning. I'm ready for the overnight temps to stay at 50 or higher.
Happy Friday the 13th!
I am now hearing Lucy's voice in my head asking Charlie Brown if he has triskaidekaphobia.
I love me some sporks!
Proud aunt time: Nephew Sam has moved from 5th to 4th in his class - and highest ranked buy, I believe. He will be speaking at Baccalaureate. It has been suggested at some point in his talk he should sing his song from Bye, Bye Birdie - You've got a lot of living to do.
I'm back. Returning from vacation sucks.