Red Ink

 So, I'm off today, and I do not doubt it's going to be busy.  In a little over an hour and a half Biggie and I will be heading to the Vet.  I find it interesting that both he and I are having bouts with arthritis.  I can actually look at him and say, "I feel your pain."  And, speaking of the pain, and associate at work recommended Tylenol for my back, he, too, has issues.  So I picked up a bottle on my home, and am pleased to say it has knocked the soreness away.  Now, if only I could get rid of the stiffness when I roll out of bed in the morning.

Yesterday was on and off busy at work.  I got more than enough measures for the week, though I'll be honest, many customers are not happy with my response when they ask how long they'll have to wait until installation.  When I tell them at least four weeks until their installation, they frown.  You see, a lot of people wait until the last minute, and then expect things to be done easily, and on their timetable.

Like in Afghanistan.  A lot of people want to blame the current administration.  Occasionally we managed to stop terrorist attacks, but more often then not innocent people die.  If so many people hadn't waited until the last minute to try and leave the country things would have been easier, but they waited until the last minute.  Blamers in America want to point the finger at this administration.  Many of these same people are unvaccinated, they fight masks claiming it takes away their freedom. Procrastinators will always procrastinate.  The fact we have already evacuated over 70,000 people means nothing to them, because all these people want to do is point a finger.  I can't even imagine how bad things would have been if they were in charge.

Finally, here's more red ink because I didn't really know what else to post.  Another page from the first draft of The body in the Loch.