I Must Be Weakened From The Workin'

     Or possibly the doctorin' -- whichever.  Worked 36 hours through Thursday, so I could work a half-day Friday and go to the doc for some minor outpatient surgery in the afternoon.   Returned home from that, laid down for a nap, and other than Tam waking me for about 45 minutes around 8 p.m. when her regular Friday evening pizza shipment arrived, I have been asleep ever since.

     Jim the Tree Guy called a few minutes ago; we tried to make contact Friday so I could pay him and couldn't, so he'll be stopping by any minute now.

     I'm trying to convince myself to not go back to bed after that.  It's a purty day out there and there's a gun show on, just down the road.