Morning.
Up early thinking about my brother-in-law. I've mentioned before that's he's functioning but not of high intelligence. Marginal, I guess. He's gotten himself "into a pickle", let's say, that will require the attention of my wife and me. Sigh.
What's the "It's A Drag"? Well, I have to give blood at 8am and, up since 4am, I can't eat so I'm sitting here hungry. I'm sure I'll survive. I can afford to miss a meal or too,
When I get back I guess it's snow shoveling for a while and then at my desk working for the day.
Have a good one!
