'Allo, dear reader. And welcome to what's left of Monday. I would have written earlier, but really, you would not have liked the mood I was in. I was feeling mean, nasty and cruel all wrapped up in one ham sandwich. Probably a good thing I didn't write, huh?
And then, I came home, saw my beautiful wife and my great kids, and all was good again. Have I ever mentioned that I despise Mondays? I don't do them gracefully. As a matter of fact, I fall into Mondays from great heights with devastating accuracy. And usually do a 3-point landing, with one point being my nose.
Anyway, you didn't drop by to hear me moaning. I'm pretty sure you'd rather hear how Dianne is doing. She is doing fairly well. The heartburn has disappeared (have I mentioned that already?). Now, my dear wife is tired...a wee bit of insomnia kicked in last night. Hopefully tonight she will sleep a bit better.
And that, dear reader, is all I have for tonight. All is well, Monday is almost over. Tomorrow is another day. And for me, it couldn't come soon enough. For us as a family, we celebrate that today was a fairly good day, all things considering. And for that, we thank our Lord.