grumbling...

Not only was I up at a decent hour, but I just finished ironing.

[pauses for gasps to die down]

I wouldn't do this for just anyone. I've got a retirement to go to, and I'll tell you about it later.

In other news, Jack's incision has healed, so we can hit the beach today. Which is good, because mere walks don't cut it, and the boredom of retricted activity has driven him nuts. He's shredded three catalogs and a roll of toilet paper in the past 36 hours. That's ok - nothing I can't fix by wearing him out.

OK. Gotta finish my smoky treat and hit the road.