Oh, that's right.... after raising three children and unexpectedly having to go back to work 22 years ago, you're done. That's right, you can go early. In fact, why don't you just retire today. Sure! Why not? We'll pay you till your actual retirement day. 
Today's the day that Dillion comes to visit and see if we all get along. I really hope we do because I've been wandering around work all week long saying, "Come here Bob Dylan, here here Mr. Tambourine Man!" I've tried out, "Matt Dillion, do you want some cheese?" "Dylan Thomas, don't eat that plant!" I believe that Bob Dylan works better than all the others. Since the cat is almost two, I don't feel it's right to chance his name, so I'm stuck with the Dillion part.
Frank had to wear a cone for two weeks after having his good eye had some work done. The other eye that was removed a few months ago is screaming now for a wonderfully bright pirate patch. I'm unsure of my color choices....
Christmas at home with the boys.
Oh, I haven't seen Keith in what feels like 15 years. OH, Martin. How far away you all are from me.
