Cut Off

I don't really feel like writing today, but it's almost the end of the month, so I figure I should say something.

Logan's 53rd birthday is a week from today, and I haven't a clue what to get him. I'm kinda pissed at him right now, so I'm not much inspired. He says he's going up to Olney for the opening of dove hunting season (Sept. 1st, Thursday), and that leaves me and the kids high and dry with no wheels. No way to get to school or work. No one to watch Weyland until Brighid gets home. It's looking more and more like I'm going to have to take vacation time just to sit at home and cool my heels.

I can't think of anything else to say right now, so more later.