The start of this week sucked. Monday: an outside, airborne pathogen made me dizzy, feverous and vomitus. Tuesday: vision blurring; laptop monitor kaput, resorting to CRT; WI-FI connection only works when I'm a yard away from laptop, and even then it's only a little better than dial-up. Wednesday: eyesight downright blurry, contacts removed, resorting to 25 y/o corrective specs. Thursday: eyesight slowly improving, glasses hurt and won't stay on faec, complicating farm work. Friday: Still can't use contacts, but I did get an okay for an MRI IF I clear it with one of two technomafias.. I mean lab groups, or something. Still no V Day card or anything fun yet. I couldn't get into the neighbor's basement (after I cleared the gutter and picked up all the street and kid leavings)... the tenant made a plastic barricade to keep drafts out and I didn't feel like bothering the kid to come in, as I was kinda muddy and he had just gotten home from HS, looking tired and agnsty. Saturday: Risked putting in both contacts, so I could nick my Pop's truck for a tobacco run. Some kid in a Saab had his hazards on about 50 feet from the neighbor's driveway. The driver's buddy was thinner than me but we pushed it out of the road. After doing some quick maintenance on the gutter, the kid begs for some gas. I siphoned two of our three remaining gallons. "If there were more ppl like you, the world would be a better place." Yeah well, at least he had a job to go to and college besides. I can only hope he'll return the favor when he's as down and out as I am. Eye still hurts and Pop went to a VFW deer and critter dinner and didn't invite my starving ass... maybe I won't clean up the shit stained bathroom rug he left for me this morning.

As you can see, my Father was driving about w/ out a license at an early age. Lucky, bloody him. If I tried that, I'd be pavement pizza or a Honda's hood ornament. Or the local fuzz would have a nice laugh giving me tickets for driving too slowly or not having an inspection sticker or emissions test.