Tuesday, September 8, 2020

Labor Day Unrest.

I sleep with a squirt gun under my pillow just in case a gang of cats break in while I’m sleeping. 

These sniper skills came in handy all weekend, as LA temps were higher than I can ever remember.

Okay, that’s it. It’s bad enough being cooped up and not able to act or go to the gym or ballgames. Now we add bed-sweats. Until the vaccine gets here, I am camping out at Walgreens.