The sick are improving. DIL is still really shakey but isn't so bad that she can't walk and manage to be up a few minutes. Grandson's Pink Eye is gone and no one seems to have gotten infected from him. (Did a lot of germ murder in our houses.) The oldest and youngest sons went to Nashville for the funeral and are safely home. Our expectant DIL and middle son have missed all the confusion on this side of town. We certainly don't want her involved in any of this crud.
Anyway it seems that things are making their way to normal in our little world. Remember my gift beach gift certificate? Well, I'm making final plans to cash it in. I really need a quiet, dull day or two. Too much excitement is bad for old people.
Tomorrow is the NASCAR Daytona 500. It certainly won't be a quiet, dull day here. We're all primed for the green flag. I, for one, was glad to see Earnhardt, Jr looking more settled. I know he's had a rough time making the change to another team. Poor Tony looks as if he spent the off season at the dinner table and forgot his appointment for haircuts. I don't have a really favorite driver. I cheer for someone different almost every race. My favorite of the day is the driver that's playing fair and not being a bad sport. Don't know how many of you are NASCAR fans but I turn into a first class redneck when the call comes out "Gentlemen, start your engines."
Jamie, do you have a favorite driver? Lets - you and I - forget all our crapy stuff and just enjoy the roar.
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