I can feel the orneriness intensifying as I type.
The Big Six Oh rolled over officially as I was typing this sentence.
2:10 A.M., January 31st, 1960.
Damn that was a long time ago now.
I just got off of work, walked in the door, heated up a burrito, sat down to type this out and my cat jumped up in my lap.
Just like every other work night.
I have shit to do when I get up like go get a haircut and a beard trim to make The Wifely Unit happy.
I might do a little running around after that but when I get home there ain’t nothing planned that I am aware of so I am hoping to check in and then go hide out in the garage.
That probably won’t happen but if there is the slightest opportunity that’s where I’m headed.
So have at it with the old fart jokes and comments and I’ll see all y’all in the morning.