Krl and I made a double dose of beef enchiladas last night. I took one of the big trays of them to Memama's for lunch.

Talk about sore. Ouch! My joints are not wanting to work! I guess I will work past this. At least I hope so.

And, Jake is a Mustang. Jake signed his contract this morning. He will be coaching defensive ends at Sweetwater. I think he goes to work about the twelfth of June.

I did visit with Jake about Kirby's situation. He said that it doesn't mean Kirb is through with the Forty-Niners. By waiving him, he could market his services to any team in the league. Jake thinks Kirb will still end up with the forty-niners.

I was so tired this morning, I didn't want to get out of bed, then when I went to move I had the rigor mortis! I needed to soak in the tub, but I was running short on time, so it was an abbreviated bath. Then some Tylenol. Advil at lunch. Tylenol as soon as I got home. I think I am arthritic.

Well, I understand the wild hogs found Pat's garden. She has worked so hard. That is her special place. Her getaway. I bet she puts a contract out on those pigs.

Hope you had a day!

FATHER, I need some relief. Deliver me from this pain!