I was up at 6:15 this morning. Am I suppose to say something about having been bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and raring to go? No! Good! Because I'd be lying. Let's just say I was vertical.

Mother needed to go to the doctor in the afternoon, so I knew I'd be out a couple of hours, so I thought I try to get to work early. And my 7:20, there I was at my little work station, stuffing a biscuit into my little mouth, banging away at my little keys.

Mother's trip to the doctor was fairly routine. There was no waiting, so the visit was brief. As I helped her back into the car, she said, "Your face looks so young." As I drove away, I explained a joke from the movie "Murder By Death." A group of detectives are invited to the home of a mysterious writer. After much ado, one of the guests reveals himself to be the writer. But then someone else says that couldn't be true since the writer much older, and this person is far too young looking. The supposed writer, played by Truman Capote, says that yes he is the writer and that he owes his youthful appearance to, "an all vegetable diet, ten hours of sleep a night AND lots of makeup!" Mother howled.

PAX!