Sunday.  Coffee.  Big assed font.  Have about 20 min before the old bakery run.  Ought to be able to string some letters into words into sentences.  The coherence of the sentences I leave to the wind.

     Yesterday was pleasant.  First day of vacation, cannot remember if I mentioned I took the next week off from work.  Some stuff may still come up that I will have to deal with.

     Have a gnarly burn on my hand from the broiler, happened Thursday.  Just is in a very inconvenient spot all together.   Neither here or there.

     I will plan some day trips.  Unfortunately it is far to expensive to do any real traveling this week.  What with it being Labor day weekend and all.  Must stay away from shopping centers next weekend.  At all costs.  They will be crammed with the jelly of bargain hunters. 

     Yesterday passed pleasantly enough.  I didn't get around to leaving the house until 10:40 or something.  Late for me.  

     Sorry, thread got lost inside me.  Had an internal tirade.  You see I did manage to speak to brother in law about the house money.  He was surprised he didn't make up the missing $100.  Told him not to worry about that.  But he cannot miss this deposit.  Of course I checked.  Of course he did not.  Doesn't tell me.  Just waits like a child hoping I won't notice.  Anyway, just thought about it a moment and was lost in anger.  It has passed now.

    So the bakery run will be made.  I look forward to a chocolate danish on Sundays.  It's maybe as long as the distance between the and quote button on your key board.  Make you look?  Well then I pour another cup of gorgeous coffee.  I heat the danish in the microwave for about 15 seconds and it is heavenly.

     Food shopping will commence as per usual.  Then the lounge for me.  Sister will remain in bedroom all day.  He will drink himself silly, pass out, wake up and eat, drink again.   Okay, okay, enough about them.

     Tomorrow, I am unsure what it holds.  Let's find out then okay.

Later