Like Squaresville, Man

It was slog, slog, slog through work today. Had to watch Survivor last night on tape and stayed up too late. Got about my usual six hours of sleep and I don't think it's quite enough. Brenda not at work today. She's at Port Huron, helping her folks replant the flower bed, which is too much for them to handle anymore. Phil has been off the last couple of day because one of his associates got bursitus and had to have emergency surgery. Covington, crisp white dress shirt sans jacket, and Bob Hansen, the anarchist , trooped into the kitchen today and awarded one our cooks, Manuelita, who I called Mani for a while but she never seemed to notice, The Yummy Award. Yippeeeee! Then it was back to slog, slog, slog.