Where oh where has this month gone? Please tell me. Is it really 28 October?

Soon it will be Thanksgiving, and then the dreaded Holiday Season is upon us. I heard that the White House this year is not having the regular "Christmas Tree" but rather is having a "Holiday Tree."

Fine with me. I'm trying to wish the holidays away completely, which I do every year and which doesn't ever work quite the way I plan. I am a bah-humbug kind of person.

Sitting here doing my typing each day is getting more and more painful for me.

Enough! No more complaining.

That's why I never write an entry any more because the only things I can think of to share with you are complaints about my body that is growing old at an exponentially faster rate than my numerical age.

Hey, I love seeing John Bailey's (see Journal of a Writing Man on the sidebar) home renovations, don't you? J & G you are two cool dudes. You should have your own show on the H&G Network over here. Call it "The Dudes Do Up." I'd watch. I love decorating shows.

Well, the pain is seering up and down my left leg and I can't stand it any more. Gotta go.

Thanks to the new friends who have signed up for notifies here. It does help to know someone cares out there.

If I don't make it in here by the 31st, Happy Halloween to all you spooks out there who celebrate. And to all the rest (like us) who sit in a darkened house praying no one soaps our windows, well, it's just another Saturday night at home.

Cheers,

Bex