Today, here in Jersey, it's bright, sunny, almost warm, and mom is working from home as she usually does now on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Thursdays are not as much fun as Tuesdays are because of, well, you know (that jab thing), but Tuesdays ... well they're almost like puppy playtime all day long. She talks to me, she takes me out at lunchtime. What could be better? OK. Don't answer that. There's not too much new except that the postman came by early so my mom didn't have to walk all the way to the mailbox to send out a letter, and the gutter stayed put on the roof all night - so she wasn't cursing this morning. All good things ....
On another timely topic, like Roger Clemens, Michael Vick, Robert Blake, Leona Helmsley (wait, she's dead), Paris Hilton, there is Eliot Spitzer. Rather than go into detail about any of them, my mom said that I might want to put this bit of reading material here instead. There you go - and as a very very wise person once said, "wherever you go, there you are".
Being.
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