Der Bingle is already on his way back to the Ohio Redoubt, having left before I awoke – having left in deep darkness. Only now is the sky starting to lighten a wee bit. He has to work today. Okay, enough of that – he might get the idea we actually appreciate him.

Oh, while he was here, he gifted us with a new airport, as in one of Apple’s finest, and our little computers are running so much faster on the Internet; it seems that the newer macbooks don’t interact well with the old model airports. When I first got this computer, I turned it on and it raced through all sorts of inner computer tasks and then absolutely crawled on the Internet. It was sooo slow, sort of like dial-up only not that bad – but sometimes close. We would do the little happy dance but we’re kind of achy today.

What is this with the first person plural? Am I the Queen of the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse or am I channelling some of the patrons, such as the beloved Spikey, pictured below. Oh, speaking of that post, do you know what happens when you glue your fingers together with super glue – actually do it instead of just reading about it? You start to get ideas, that’s what. Not clever ideas, mind you; college prank ideas. Snicker ideas. Things you would never do. And then, you start to think: What if it were back in WWII and I were an operative in an enemy country? What clever super glue things could I think of? Uh . . . a solder watching the Channel sees an armada of ships, applies lip balm, and calls headquarters with a message that turns out to be :”MMMMMM    MMMMMM!!!!!! MMMMMMMM!!”  Probably too iffy.

MUST . . . STOP . . . THIS  . . . LINE . . .  OF . . . THINKING