Tuesday evening

too tired to think of an original title

A few random thoughts before I sleep.....

Michael Jackson: yawn. People in California get what they deserve, although Rush made some salient points on the case and it's outcome today.

I know, I know: I work for a living and rarely get to listen to Rush. It just turned out that I had to run a lunch-time errand and caught a few minutes of the program.

I'm still looking for a travel agent who can book me for a week at Gitmo. Tropical sun, three squares a day, and invasion of my personal space by a female: sounds like the ultimate "all-inclusive" to me.

The Great Moving is almost complete. We're all set up and operating out of Casa de Heywood, Mark III; just a few odds and ends left to remove from the old house. My long held belief that I'd rather move cross-country than cross-town has been upheld. Moving cross-country, you load the truck one time and you un-load the truck one time. Moving cross-town (well, OK: cross county) you load and unload the truck five times each weekend for a month.

Tired I is and sleep I will