Happy Friday. I think my Accuweather app is confused or doesn’t know where we are. According to it, —- rain will be starting in eight minutes and will last for the best part of an hour. However, the sun is shining quite nicely at the moment, at least in the front of the house. Out back and to the west —- well, that’s a possibility. My cousin Debbie lives over in DuQuoin, IL and sends pictures every morning of the sunrise while she is on her walk. This morning it was definitely a “Red sky in morning, Sailor take warning” sky. So who knows? 

We’re doing laundry this morning, already have the second (and final) load going in the washer. It was wash the sheets day and we got an early start because a robo-caller woke us up at 0730. Of course by the time we got out of bed and answered the phone they hung up and left no message. We don’t usually get robo-calls that early. Our first one of the day is almost always “Amy, from Card services”. She calls at 0830 every morning, and frankly I’m just a little worried about Amy because she hasn’t called yet today and it is now 1000. I hope she’s okay LOLOLOL. I’d call her but she uses so darn many different phone numbers. 

Yesterday morning, first thing, we went to the doctor’s office so Ms Kate could have some blood drawn. She was supposed to have it done a week ago and things got wrapped around the axel and didn’t get it done. After that she mentioned going out for breakfast at Denny’s since it is right on the way back home. So we went for pancakes. I didn’t remember that it was Veteran’s Day so the place was packed with retired military guys coming in for the free Grand Slam. I try to stay away from those events and didn’t take advantage of it yesterday because I wanted pancakes. So many guys flock to those and will stand in long lines to get that “free meal” as if it is owed to them. I figure that America doesn’t owe me a thing. In my thirty two years of service, I never missed a paycheck. I figure we each filled our agreement, I serve honorably and they pay me for my work. But — different strokes for different folks I reckon. I get aggravated at the whining that my generation does because they came home from Vietnam and no one said “Thank-you”. But it’s been 50 years, get over it. 

Okay, I’m off before I pull out my soapbox. Have a great day. Peace..