I am having one of those weeks where I feel like I am being sucked dry from every direction.

So far Monday was the tame-est day of my week.

Tuesday was at the lawyers from 9:30 until 5:36 dealing with a cluster of problems with the oil and gas leases. Tuesday was the final day for the oil company to complete their obligations or they would be in breech.

Hag let them know this with a roar when they suggested we re-convene on Wednesday morning.

The oil company rep left for Abilene and his computers at a high rate of speed, vowing to be back by four.

He returned, and I was afraid the shoe was going to be on the other foot. As each party signed, the oil company rep signed and notarized the original before handing over the check.

When the rep came to Hag, Hag signed and the rep asked him, "Where is your wife, we need her signature?"

Hag responded, "You know she is in Huntsville".

The rep told him, "It is customary for us to have all signatures before releasing checks".

In the end the rep gave Hag their check without Pat's signature. BUT, he would have been totally within his rites in their pissing contest to have held it.

The groups from Houston did not get their checks as they had a decimal misplaced. Only a thirty thousand dollar mistake for five parties. The oil company wired their money today.

About the only one who got a pleasant surprise was Memama, and her check included some subsequent acreages and had a hefty surprise added to it.

Thing is, there are more subsequent acreages out there for her. I don't anticipate a great windfall, but it should be substantial funds.

Wednesday was back to the farm, add in truck tires and air conditioner on the 8310 plus a visit with a neighbor about leasing his land with us..

I didn't even go out Wednesday evening.

My Thursday included Memama's hearing aid appointment, lunch at Abuello's (I introduced her to layered dip, espinache, and papas chased by a Grandeza margarita (a little one). She did the chile relleno with a beef enchilada.

Then it was to Sams to have two more tires put on her car (a belt was breaking on one), an hour and a half of shopping while they did the service, then a quick drive to Sweetwater, to the accountants, to the bank, to the body shop and to the pharmacy.

I had planned a stop in with our travel agent too but just couldn't work it in.

Then I went to the farm after five o'clock in the evening!

Got home shortly after seven and was welcomed by a mean drunk.

She wants a divorce and I am tired of fighting it. Show me where to sign!

I need some relief. I still haven't recovered from the neighborhood olympics when she limped down the street screaming for help!

Either I will be drained dry tomorrow or I will make a Friday comeback!

FATHER, deliver me!