Dog tired and aching all over. My bones creak and my shoulders feel like iron rods stacked one atop the other. Oy!

Yea, It's my Tuesday (it's Wednesday) and I'm already baked, flaked and burnt to the core. Ouch, damn spot.

My baby tells me to wait till 10:30 p.m. to call her back, so I'm dutifully waiting a while until the time comes ....

Man, my schedule this week is so screwed up it's taxing my soul! I have to go in at 10 a.m. Friday – a horrible prospect from my point of view – in order to learn a bit from the lady who usually lays out the Vista section of the newspaper. We, of course, use a combination of in-house copy and photos, as well as wire copy, etc. But Vista does things differently than we, used to doing things the 'news' way, have been doing things. Fortunately, I'm a quick study, so long as I take copious notes.

Oooooh, man. My back is hurt area! A disaster zone, for sure! I should apply for federal aid, don't ya think?

Clearly, I"m rambling mindlessly here, so I won't take up any more of your precious time. Just thought I'd drop a few lines on the old 'Moblog' page. I like the new look and feel of the Blogger site. You folks who facilitate Blogger have done a superb job and I, for one, salute you! Thanks! Buenos noches.