Extra time. in These titles mean nothing.

It's Monday morning and somehow I seem to have a little extra time.

Now if I only had something to say.

I'm taking the Ice Cream Truck - the mint colored ex-Forest Service Chevy 3/4 ton pickup with the hugest engine and six speed transmission - to work today because Jim has the Buick in the Cities. Driving the ICT is always an adventure of some kind. I haven't have it to work since the weather got better - sometime in March I suppose.

I had a pretty quiet weekend. Did a little housecleaning - ha ha ha - and some laundry and I slept a lot. I don't know if I'm ready for the week or not.

Thursday is my birthday and it's the day the Red Cross is coming to the town where I work to collect blood. I plan to make an attempt at giving. I used to do it all the time but it's been a year since the last time.

Let's hope things go well this week. For me. For you. For us all.