If you come to my apartment. Park on the right of the parking lot. My car is covered in bird poop from parking on the left. I mean, COVERED. It’s disgusting.

Gym Report

We were there everyday this week but today was the first really good day. We both increased weight on the upper body stuff this morning and as a result, I had a hard time washing my hair. I was finally able to do a complete set of 50 lbs. on the incline shoulder press–which is a big deal to me since that machine kicks my ass.

Tomorrow we’re having our moving sale at the old apartment. Anyone who thinks they may want to buy a couch, futon, IMac, etc., give me a call or swing by. There’s a bunch of assorted stuff, including some blue-glass dishes and a dresser. We’d love it if we can make back some of what we spent on the new couch.

Gray Matter I’ll Never Get Back

My 53-year old father called me last night to ask a Beatles question. That amuses me. When he was younger his musical inclination leaned toward Motown and Rock. He skipped the bubble gum and pop tunes for the most part. So I back him up in the Beatles lyrics and trivia department. Apparently he’s doing a funeral today for a die-hard fab-four fan and wants to sing The End as a benediction. Pretty nice idea, actually. My Dad gives good funeral. Good weddings too. I’ve got his number if you want.