It’s a quarter after eight in the evening and daylight and that’s fine with me because I can come to terms with it still being Saturday. I say this because Morpheus mugged me at about 4:30. It was the food, I think – a buffalo burger, beans, potato salad and one hot dog. The heat might have been a factor, although I think it was more the early rising and full tummy.

Der Bingle and I talked about metal roofs (rooves) today and house paint. A metal roof on a house over 150 year old. It would look good and they are supposed to last almost forever. Yes, if I would have to sell the house, I could say, “The roof will be there after the walls have fallen down.”

Shane barked in the car and we tried to get him to understand he should not do that. Finally, we just took evil pleasure in his looking out the passenger side and barking at one person at a stop light, while in the lane next to us, a gaggle of motorcyclists in varied colors and wearing German-type helmets waited for the light to change. He never knew what he missed. Actually, it’s kind of sad.

So we got home and cooked out and ate and then I passed out on the sofa while Der Bingle read his Kindle.