HAPPY HUMP DAY, GoGo. It's a brisk 36 in Louisville, going to 65.
Got together with buddies from my former quartets last night, sang a few, then paid a visit to Hooters.
I get to commiserate with Charlie and Scott re: their auto battery issues. My wife's brother drove his late model Nissan up all the way from Texas. Got here, stopped somewhere and his car wouldn't start. Cindy was close, so she gave him a jump. The brother is up here to meet some chick he met on the Internet and bought tickets to take her to an Elton John concert here last night. So wifey, being a good sister, decides the right thing to do is just swap cars so he wouldn't have to worry about the battery. She left for work just now and I had to go out and jump her bro's car again. At least she's smart and backed into the driveway last night so we could put the non-starter and my Escape nose to nose. One look at the battery terminals and I could see how the battery might not be charging. Geez! I like Cindy's bro, but damn, man, take care of your equipment! You come all that way to meet a chick and then your car won't start? I hope that chick's smart enough to see that clue for what it is.
Should be a light, short day at work for me. I have a 2 p.m. eye doc appointment to make sure my glaucoma is being controlled by the drops I use.
Y'all have a good'n and be safe out there.