Hard to believe this is the last day of August already. When you’re a kid, you hear the old people talk about how fast the years go by, but you don’t really appreciate it until you’re the old guy, bitching about time flying (and your aches and pains), and repeating all of your old stories while the young folk effect those stone-faced, semi-smiling looks as they try their best to tune you out to keep from going fucking crazy. Pretty soon, all that’ll be left is talking about how many medications you’re on, and discussing the quality of your BM’s. Is it any wonder Peggy Lee sang, “is that all there is?”

But, it’s a three-day weekend coming up, and that’s a good thing (first day off for me since July 4^th, and that’s waaaaaay too long). And we have visitors coming too. Granny’s daughter and her husband are coming with the little one, who I have yet to meet. They’ll be showing off the kid to her great grandparents, so that ought to be fun. We can sit around and tell all the old stories, and talk about our BM’s and whatnot. ‘Cuz, well, that’s all there is.