Tonight is the clock thing. Spring forward. At 1:00 a.m. it will be 2:00 a.m. One year in California I forgot to set the clocks and I missed a seven o'clock tee time. Never again.

I drove hundreds of miles today. This morning I drove the 110 miles to just south of Cleveland and picked up my ex-ex, Carol, and drove her with me to a memorial service in Chardon, in Geauga County east of Cleveland. Total one-way: 149 miles. It was the same on the way back this evening. A long day to go say goodbye to my old friend, Anthony John Kozak, "Tony."

I listened to three eulogies before I got my opportunity. The early ones were long and sad. Mine was short and made the audience cheer up. I noticed that the first three spoke a lot about TK being a big time collector. He collected stamps, coins, firearms, clocks, watches, spectacles, tire irons and many more items.

I told the full church that they missed the most important part of Tony's penchant for collecting.

"He collected friends," I said. "Look around you here. They are all with you today to say goodbye to him."

Then I sat down.

Carol was really nice to me today. Not once did she level a criticism at me. She didn't insult me one time. I even told her she looked great and she complimented me, too. I thought I had died and gone to some weird kind of heaven where even ex-wives are nice to me.

Anyway, it was fine. The cats missed me. Two are fighting for lap space. One is howling for attention. Gimmeabreak.