Got about five minutes to clear my head and catch my breath. Five minutes to try to figure out why I can't make the square piece fit inside the circle. Blame it on the four state traveling circus I just completed. Old man is foggy headed and feeling a bit slower than normal, but I'll power through it because that is just how it has to be. Crazy to think that a couple days ago I was living in a very different world than I am now. But I figure this is just one of those transitional moments people go through. And now onto the blogs that pay me for writing.
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx