I knew something was up

For the last few days I have devoted a lot of time praying because my stomach was bothering me. Finally, I asked my wife if she had changed the coffee. "oh, yeah." So, now we know. My stomach is a coffee snob and cheap coffee just makes me ill.

I spent a lot of time yesterday playing with the grandchildren. That was certainly worth it and lots of fun. Unfortunately, I had to devote a few hours to getting my office moved and recycling.

Recycling. There is an interesting concept. For it to be fiscally successful, oil prices must be up. And when it is down, the recyclers just stockpile. Now, in our community, it is not one stop shopping. First you get in one of two lines to get rid of garbage. (And hey, these guys won't accept recyclables in your trash EVEN IF you are paying for it!) Then the line breaks out into 6 lines. (Come on. Isn't this how the Nazi's did it? What happens if this is all a big set up and one Saturday morning they decide to get rid of all the people???) You can tell I "love" recycling. But, I spend more time trying to figure out what papers go where and what plastics go where and even tin cans now. Life was so much simpler in the "old" days. But I emptied my van of all the newspapers and headed home. Worked outside because it was warm.(It was 50 degrees at 5 this morning.)

And I ate some really good turkey soup my wife made and because of "caffeine withdrawal" and being up at 2 that morning I called it a day around 7. My grandson, Jacob came in 3 times to say good night.