This weekend "we" were cleaning out the storage unit. Since I cannot do that kind of stuff I stayed home. My wife, son-in-law and the grandkids were about to leave when the four year old says she's worried Papa will get lonely. So we ask he if she wants to stay with me. She says, "No" and goes skipping out the door. Forget that car when you're 16 kid.

Today I went through some of the boxes and found all my old international reference material, corporate governance material, office knickknacks. Geeze I miss that stuff so much. I should still be doing it. Cripes, I'm only 60. (61 in 2 days so you still have time to shop.)

I can't do anything that requires standing for more than 4-5 minutes and phone work is no good because I still garble stuff. I know, I'm the only one to whom stuff like this has ever happened.

It's just so much easier to curse the darkness.