Money, Honey

Birthday is stretched out further due to lunch being postponed until tomorrow because of thunderstorms today. Lunch tomorrow might not happen either because of a migraine that is settling. I've decided barometric pressure is the culprit. The sky was all solid overcast and glaring, white-bright, my least favorite kind of sky. Yes, the atmosphere is closing in. In other words, the sky has descended upon my head. RATS!

So let's just hear from Benjamin Franklin right now. He says, The value of money lies in what we do with it. Let's meditate on that for a moment. That's a good one. There are so many excellent philosophies in life. How come I can't ever think of any of them until after the fact they would have been useful?

Oh, the roofer came by this morning, thank goodness. We stood outside and talked. He smelled of ciggy smoke big-time. He wasn't actually smoking but the smokey scent from his clothes and self sent, ha, a stench straight into my nose, the one that's growing. My nostrils burned with it for hours. Talk about a lingering effect. I should have used my nose watering pot immediately, but I didn't. I forgot. How?, I don't know.

KEM