I have been observing a few facts about myself, and I have decided I am without a doubt I am a creature of habit.

When I put a pair of underwear or pants on, I always insert the left leg first. When I put socks on, I always put the right one on first. When I put a shirt on, I always put my right arm through the arm first, jackets or coats are the same way. I put my right shoe or boot on first.

When I put shaving cream on, I have a distinct and exact method, every single time. When I attack said face with blade, I also have a strategy that repeats itself every time.

Weird.

I may have too much time on my hands.

My day at Anson was long. I loaded and hauled two loads of bales, however it took me a l-o-n-g time. In fact, I had to wait for the gin to complete the second load. The wait was long enough that I went with K.O. to take a load of burrs and I also installed the starter on the forklift that had had a problem.

The starter was a frustrating project. Too tall to bend over it to work, to short to get on my knees. However, it was just like working through a protective barrier of razor blades. It looks as though I have been in a knife fight! Nicked and cut up, all over both arms and hands.

When I got home, I had to do the billing and driver settlements that I usually do on Sunday. By the time I finished it was almost ten. A little television later, I was ready for bed.

While I did get up briefly around 1, the rest of the night I slept like a yock! (inside joke).

Pepa is doing some better. He was able to get up on his own the last couple of days, and he was in his right mind. On Thursday after Pepa went down on their patio he assured us that we did not need to take him to the emergency room. Today, he was telling us he is convinced there are broken bones floating around. I told Pat we were going to have to get us some of those release forms like ambulances have when people refuse service or treatment.

If I understood correctly, he goes to the knee doctor on Thursday, which is his birthday. 81. Wow. If Thursday is his birthday, that means the ex-sister in law has one tomorrow, the twentieth. It was weird, but the baby in the "ex's" family celebrated her birthday the day before Pepa, and the ex Father-in-law celebrated his the day after Tj's (the baby in our family).

Here is wishing you a really good day!

FATHER, lead me.