Ice Cream

Last night I drove up to the 7-11 and got an ice cream bar and a diet coke. Who am I kidding! An ice cream bar and a diet coke. As if I’m not fat enough. But I’ll tell you what (as they say in Texas) it sure was good. So this morning as I look at the carcass of the Haagen-Das bar laying on the coffee table, I can only shrug my shoulders. It’s time to make coffee and get into the swing of the week. The “good” news is that the big blackout of 2003 has actually put me ahead of schedule.