Fishing and Other Monday Problems.

While Tim is off taking a class on Self Editing it seemed like an ideal time to stop by and tell you how much he needed a class on Self Editing. He could use it as a writer, and as a person. Get a couple of bourbons or even a couple of cups of coffee and he can go on and on about the minute differences between the hazards of flying and the danger of commuting.

After a while I was afraid to get in the car. I didn't say anything about it, because he has some startling statistics on the number of pedestrians involved in accidents. There is a small folder sitting inside his pedestrian collision folder detailing the number of people who had collisions with cows while walking. It seems most of them were walking in fields, but he says that counts, and it is his folder.

And don't even get him started on luxury cruises. Unless you have the time, inclination and nutritional requirements to set through the Power Point presentation. He seems to believe the Bermuda Triangle is actually more of a sphere, from one pole to the other and covering every body of water, including Lake Maloney, in North Platte, NE. It is one more reason to hate climate change.

It is hard to imagine the good he could have done if he would have worked that hard in school, if he would have used his power for good instead of evil.

Well, my day is almost done, the parts have been cut, and assembled, the bills have been posted, and the sunshine is calling my name. I am off to the Lake for a little fishing and relaxing, thank goodness I am the world's worst fisherman, it is a lot more relaxing if you don't catch anything. Don't believe everything you read, unless you read it here, would we lie to you.