I am back. I forgot to give a birthday send out to the good doctor yesterday. It was his birthday and I did call and leave him a message on his machine. I know he is busy as his house sale closes this week, I think. He and the family are moving up north to the burbs. I will never see him again. I get shaky going up north these days. I do not belong downtown or in the suburbs. I am thinking that I just do not belong.
The good doctor's new house is not ready, or built, yet. They are moving in, for a while, with his outlaws. I am guessing he will be sleeping at the office an awful lot. Oh well, as I said, he is moving north, so I can see him giving up his midtown office (near my home and old store, actually) and being full out suburb dude. Not for me. Little boxes made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
I do have to get going. I have to get out in the slop and snow. I am not looking forward to the drive home. Then again, I may be exaggerating things, as I have not been outside since about nine this morning, so I do not know how things are out there. Ugly, I bet, but that may just be all the people.
On that happy note, have a nice time doing what ever it is you are doing or going to do. In fact, fuck somebody, anybody, for me. That includes Stu, too. Ciao!
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