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Enough......I'm sorry, sorry, sorry. The sneaky cat got me first thing this morning. I was walking through the house barefoot and stepped in a pile of cat barf. How can they always tell exactly where I'll walk?

A friend is celebrating her birthday, not really celebrating, but it is her birthday. She will be eligible for Social Security on her next one. That is, if Social Security is solvent, and I think it will, for those of us "baby boomers," at least for a while.

I just pictured me and Wanda sitting in the family room bundled up in moth eaten blankets. We had a can of Sterno burning in the fireplace, for heat, as well as cooking. We roasted hot dogs when we could get them. Steve the Cat learned to go outside and hunt. On good days he would snag a small animal, maybe a mouse, for dinner, other days he would share a can of Friskies with us. Maybe we should put a garden in this spring?

I missed the blog anniversary, it was Sunday. I've mentioned it started as a way to keep family and friends updated on my brother Fred's hospitalization and morphed into this. Since I am writing Monday through Thursday maybe I can get an anniversary entry together this week end? I will add that to the other six things I won't do so we'll see.

Have you seen the I Dine commercials with Ray Ramono? They are promoting their service with a donation to Cancer Awareness. Do you have to use the card at ten thousand places before they make a donation? Listen to the commercial, "Just use your card at ten thousand restaurants." And, I thought they were talking about iodine not I Dine.

Speaking of dining out. I just read an article that claims San Francisco restaurant workers want to regulate tips. They want a 25% gratuity added to all bills. Not that we go out to eat much, OK almost never, but this is another reason to stay out of the city.

Putrefy.....I just wanted to write it. It's a great word if you don't think about it's meaning.

I'm sure everyone knows, or has heard of, a doctor with the name Cutter. Years ago in my county the person reasonable for weights and measures, like gas pumps or truck scales, was named Sealey. I loved his title of Official Sealer. Once things were tested and approved they would get a tag signed, A.J. Sealey, Sealer.

The alarm fellow is here working on the system and I'm waiting for the damn horn to start blaring. Should i be nervous? I can hear him on the phone getting advice from his office. What can be so difficult about this? The problem is the alarm thinks we still have a land line. Who is supposed to be smarter, the technician or the alarm?

Jill the Cat is sitting next to the keyboard licking my left hand. Since she seems so insistent about it I guess she has forgiven me for closing her in the closet.