A man named Sledge is playing on the television. Coffee, or as I call it, the nectar of the gods is being drank and my mother and father are trying to wake up. I have been awake for a couple of hours. Each of us is keeping our own counsel it seems. Quiet mornings are the best. It is easy to keep my thoughts in order when it is quiet.
There is not going to be much going on today. My dad and I will take some of his tools, the Buick, and other parts of their house to Tishomingo this morning. Then there is no telling what else we might get into.
Random thought of the day: Life is hard, its harder when you are stupid. Don’t be stupid.
That is it for this morning.