No Idea.

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My schedule is killing me. I am waking so late that doing the few things on my schedule is quite difficult. I have to spend real time functionally waking up after extracting myself from sleep then the bed, which chews up even more time. Here I sit, at 16:00, just about ready to... what exactly? Never mind, I will do what I can, when I can, as I work through things. As per carpe diem. Seize the day/moment. Seize indeed, what is left of the mongrel.

I will do a few things before time is up. Checking on a lawyer and canceling an appointment are today's day-time task. Perhaps, finally, getting into town is the next thing. Another pound or so is off. I need to lose many more. A shopping trip, in which I purchase a solid vitamin B mix, might help get more weight off.

All's well that ends well. The fat lady, however, has not sung. I think I hear her warming up back stage. But I plan to plant an squid in her gargle glass. I just don't think it is quite my time and I will do what I must. Hush!

Have a good day.