What's a Fairlane got to do with today? I just felt like racing even though the old bones are telling me to stop where I sit and contemplate a fate I feel I do not deserve. I am supposed to get Gary's truck and haul roofing trash to the dump. It is a beautiful day here in Montrose and if we don't take advantage of it the winter will make a mess of Jack's old house. So I will be up and moving in a minute and hope I get to be of service to some one besides the bus load of terrorists in my head. Meanwhile Donnie is trying to get a computer from the doctor's office so he can be of service. I don't know why he insists on trying to do something that he hasn't been trained to do but claims to be available for work even while in the hospital. And he thinks we need a puppy in here. I wonder if hepatitis-c is contagious? More will be revealed later.
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