A good book, a good smoke and a good sandwich. It's hard to justify complaining about a night which contains those three items. But I can probably manage to complain a little anyhow. I'll squeeze a tiny complaint or two out for my loyal readers who, because I miss them so much, must miss me.
It seems like it's been forever since I've been able to find a computer with Internet access at the same moment as I have had time to blog.
I can always bitch about the rain. That's fair game, right?