X-Mas survived
Another day, another day of rain. The joys of winter in the Pacific Northwest. Still, I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else right now.
Saturday was a nice day. I rode over to Tony’s to pick up a few things and ended up talking with Christine for a while. In the end she was shaking her head in hands, commenting that I am a hopeless idiot when it comes to relationships. Well Duh!!! You don’t get TWO ex-wives before 35, including a 10 year marriage, by being good at relationships. Do you?
Off to the shop. Tony bought a sidecar, his latest obsession. Back to his house to work on my DL (raised the suspension back to stock & added 1 amp resistor to my grips [perfect!]), his Z1000 (LOF), and install shocks on his new/used Mazda B2000 truck , dinner out, then home.
X-Mas eve survived…
Christmas. Survived. Again. Enough said.
OK. You didn’t look me up to read, Enough said.
The power went out during the night. I woke up looking at the clock thinking I had over slept. I called my mom and told her that I was going to be late. Her response was amusing, “But it’s only 09:00 and I just put the turkey in.” Ugh. I rolled over and slept until noon (as usual). Drove, ate, watched Star Wars II, drove, ate, watched Road Warrior, drove, watched The Presido, slept and it was Monday.
Enough said?
Over 7700 miles on my DL. 
