I don’t suspect that I would get much sympathy for having my alarm ring before eight this morning. That’s just not early by most standards, and even if I observe that it was after midnight that I got back from the long trip to return my son’s girlfriend to her distant domicile, and that by the time I had wrapped up the night, packed up the supper, set up the coffee, and laid up my body for rest it was sometime between two and three. I’m sorry, though, but I’m pretty beat, wishing I were asleep and knowing that I still have some work ahead including the preparation of tonight’s dinner. Most of today was consumed by driving, first to pay bills and then to take my mother-in-law to a doctor’s appointment so she could have her prescriptions refilled.

In the midst of this, I have come very close to having another car to replace the Caravan. It’s a very complicated story, though, and the telling might complicate it further. Suffice it that the owner handed the title to someone who handed it to me to give to my wife (she owns the cars around here, but that’s another story), and then when no one was looking he got in the car and drove off somewhere. We’re trying to figure out what’s happening, but it doesn’t look particularly good at the moment. I feel worse for the middleman, because he’s already out of pocket on the money and we owe him, but it’s going to be difficult to fix if something happens to the car before we take possession of it.

I have much too much on my plate for tomorrow, but most of it is company business, so if I don’t make it here you’ll know why. I may have to push at least some of tomorrow’s online work into Saturday, but we’ll see how things transpire.

–M. J. Young