Sunday, January 24, 2016


     Very sick. Can’t concentrate. See you tomorrow, I hope.

     UPDATE: Better now. My thanks for all the comments and emails expressing sympathy and good wishes. It appears to have been the Gas Attack From Hell, and yes, it's the reason I posted nothing Saturday, either. At any rate, the time has come (5:15 AM) to put my shoulder to Snidely the Snowblower and clear a badly drifted-in driveway so the C.S.O. can make her escape to the lands of sanity where one gets paid for being a humorless scold consulting accountant and financial planner.

     Thanks again.

All my best,


  1. I'm sorry you're feeling poorly, Fran. Take care...

  2. Get to feeling better soon! And leave the snow sheveling to the youngsters, even if it costs a few bucks to do so!!

  3. Rest up. Feel better. Return to intelligent grouching. We appreciate and need you.

  4. Have some Garlic soup, and sleep as much as you can.

  5. Why are we all up now?

    Take care.

  6. Stay warm and let your bride pamper you when she returns from chiding her minions. It'll be OK to rest up and come back strong.


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