SUNDAY

. . . .  .The NASCAR race was to begin at 11:30 this morning so there I was sitting in front of the boob tube all day waiting for the threat of rain to go away so the race could begin. It never happened. I ended up pigging out watching commercials all afternoon. I feel like a slug. I'll go bowling tomorrow, hopefully to cure myself of this feeling. Some days you're the dog and other days you're the fire hydrant.