It's snowing again here and I'm pretty well past the point of caring. The Assassin sure likes the snow. It gives her a chance to dig shit out of the snow. Real Spring will be here when it gets here.
Stabby's Cafe where my dogs could count on a bacon treat has closed. Actually, the power company shut off the power during breakfast one morning a couple of weeks ago. Albert King could write a song around this event.
We're in 9th place on the hospital basketball board. Not bad huh skippy? That one paid out 430 bucks to the winner last year.
Lunch has got me in a quandary. I'm kinda hot dogged out. There's tuna, yuck. Cheese and crackers? I already had a pail of oatmeal for breakfast. There could be a can of soup in the basement. A smoothie with some freezer burned ice cream? Buttered noodles?