Well, at least I put in one day of work this week. My jaw remains swollen and ouchy. I took a pain pill just before arriving at work, and for a while felt a bit woozy. That may or may not be a correctly-spelled word.

At 3 pm I met Dad at Lowe's to help him get their new washer and dryer. My Dakota comes in handy. At their place, I upgraded the system software on Dad's iMac and got it connected to their new Brother all-in-one printer and connected to the internet with Dad's Juno account. Dad totally renovated our basement, put in a couple ceiling fans, and wreaked numerous other improvements upon our house. My handyman skills stop at installing system software and drivers.

The local paper in South Bend did a big article on Mom and Dad, focusing the story around the Pelley murders 17 years ago. The paper said Dad was 74 and Mom was 75. Actually Mom is 69 (always 20 years older than me). She thought the mistake was funny. Good for her.

There, aren't you glad you read this?