Saturday’s paper has the hardest Sudoku of the week in it; we are starting it now. If we don’t come back, well, we don’t know – we probably blew a brain gasket.

UPDATE: I got the puzzle, so that’s cool . . . but, look at the sentence above? Why am I referring to myself in the royal “we”?

Today, with his mother working at the hospital – doing the nursing gig – Cameron came down and invited his brother and sister into his room to watch a movie (The Simpsons) and play Civilization on his computer. He wanted to give me a little peaceful time. That was nice of him. Thank you, Cameron. Thank you very much.

The sky is nice and blue; the sun is shining on the shrubs to the north turning them to a lively green, instead of a brooding shade. I don’t know the temperature; it is cool, but not too cool. I have not looked at the forecast; I am savoring these minutes.

I could do a lot of yard stuff today, but I really, really don’t want to. But maybe I will have to. Well, that decision will come – one way or another.

The police have put two speed read-out signs up by the intersection to U.S. 6, the Grand Army of the Republic Highway. The speed limit there is 30 and I always get a read-out of 33 or 34 mph. That’s not right – once I got a 29. Those signs bring out the rebel in me. Once I slowed down so much (when there was absolutely no traffic around) that the sign didn’t register me. I wonder if it had a funny feeling run through its electronics? Sorry, little sign, I know someone put you there and you are just doing your job.