It's dead-on winter and often in winter
there are just no words at all.
Dreamed last night of a large grey
fur-covered bird (no feathers) who
was wearing a collar and license.
Perhaps a desire on my part
for flying felines?
I bench pressed 65#'s yesterday
and when I told my oldest son, he was amused.
He told me that in high school
he topped out at 185# (in the bench press).
Well. Teenage boys.
The PI published Paul's letter to the editor
today. (Scroll down to "Peace and prosperity
are significant achievements.")