D.I.L.

Meredith is at school celebrating some sort of political event.
Any of you know what that's about?

Anyway I went to the store in my old neighborhood where I bought my first house and resolved to stay put and become part of the "community"
Don't know how well that turned out but I have four friends who live there.
I still own my house there.
Is a tenant considered a friend? He gives me money on a regular basis.

At the Starbucks, I ordered the usual tall drip.
And a croissant.
When I started to drink the coffee, it turned out to be a latte.
An Omen if ever I saw one (or tasted one)

Anyway I ate, drank, bought food and scurried home.
But not before checking out the new Bartell's they put in where the BP gas station used to be.
Accidentally bought a box of candy for Meredith.
I considered that such a nice thing to do that I bought one for myself as a reward for being so thoughtful.

Gassed up the Prius 383.4 miles on 8.642 gals.

Now I'm fooling around on the 'net.

Also thinking about James Brown.
And Doctor Huxtable.
Ray Charles.
Rochester.
Benson.

Putney Swope.

Idi Amin!

For some strange reason I had a good nights sleep and woke up chr...um...chre...
cheerful! that's the word.
I wonder if I should see a doctor about this alarming change in my mental health.

I am so glad at the passing of the guard.
I don't even get any yuks out of bashing the drunken idiot any more.
But...and this is a big but, will it be P.C. to make fun of the new one?

Think about it, all you political cartooners

Think about it Seth Meyers.

I'm retired and I don't have to think about anything anymore.

P.S. I called my shrink and she suggested reading the newspaper.
The front pages, not just the comics.
I'm not sure about such drastic measures, I can quit any time.