The morning after

It's an oatmeal morning. Yesterday evening, I munched on the stack of firewood -- in a big way -- and paid for it later on. In the middle of the night, I got so sick I thought I was going to barf up a lung. Fortunately, my Dad had the oatmeal ready to settle my rumbling stomach.

The right priorities

On April, 24, my Mom and Dad traveled to Monterey to do a 10.6 mile walk, an event at the Big Sur Marathon. Later that afternoon, they noodled around in Carmel. At the end of the day, they realized they spent a measley eight bucks on themselves and about forty dollars on stuff for me. I'm glad they've got their priorities straight!