Days.

My days are all screwed up. If my computer didn’t say it was Sunday, I’d think it was Friday today. The joys of a seven day business.

NOTHING happened yesterday. All Shirley’s caregivers were off. I sat here all day, so this is it.

I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.