Houston, the eagle has landed.

Bubba is unloading the car and I am glaring at the pile of laundry so hard that it just might get up and wash itself.  I need to go to the grocery store, pick up Truman – boy howdy, I missed that little guy – meet a deadline for one of my paying jobs, work my shift at the headquarters, get out an email blast for Silver Democrats and I seriously doubt  that damn laundry is going to wash itself no matter how much I cuss at it.

I’ve got a bunch of stories for you.  But first I have to go through 2,846 (no kidding!) emails left on my server.  I am highly likely to delete them all and start my life all over again.  So, if you sent me something real important and I didn’t answer you from my iphone, send it again.

See you this evening!