I dream in German. Sorry.

The schedule is iffy. I DO have to pay some bills before I get dinged for a late charge or two.

Then it is Mittwoch... oops, there I go again... Wednesday, so I must shop at Kroger on this day as I get a senior discount.

Catfood cans. Friskies. 14 cans (one week's supply)

Some kind of meat. Maybe "Manager's Special." Discounted for its age. I only buy meat that way.

Wine. Maybe a Shiraz or a Petite Syrah. Something very drinkable.

Then I go to the pharmacy to pick up my Ketoprofen (arthritis miracle drug) and the Propanolol.

Then I massage the Bank's ATM for about forty cash.

Then I come home, stash the groceries, and begin straightening up the house, sweep the carpets and otherwise make it look good. Tomorrow a patron will drop by to check out my paintings.

Friday is golf day with cousins. I have to yank my clubs from the car's trunk and bring them into the house. I will be riding in cousin Dave's car. Picking me up at 8:30 a.m.

Today I also go into my bank. It is the day (2nd Wednesday of the month) when the Eagle spreads its wings and farts. Social Security check!

Drive to the Art Guild Gallery. Rip a painting off the wall. Put another painting in its place. Bring first painting home because somebody is thinking about buying it.

Go see Mom.

Go have another look at that young lady at the Humane Society that made me dream about her most of last night. Pinch myself if she is real.

Relax after nine P.M. Pour a cold glass of something. Sit on the front porch and watch the speeders go by, belching smoke and tossing empty beer cans in the gutter, wondering why they can't see the street in front of them because they forgot to turn on their headlights.

Turn on the computer. Check MyBloggers, Inked-In and Facebook.

Wonder how Gary is doing, getting ready for all his shows. Wonder if Kraymer is feeling better. Wonder if the woman at the Humane Society meant that long smile or if it was only my imagination.