I only found 3 Christmas blankets. Employees were all busy putting out Valentine's Day stuff. The Christmas stuff was mostly out of there. We were gone four and a half hours.
I introduced Susan to my financial guy, John. He's told her she can retire at 62. Five years to go for her, putting her at 36 years, doesn't beat my 38. He asked her if this is how she wants to live the rest of her life. Seems to really have to got her thinking. I was expecting her to say she didn't want to live where she was living.
Besides the building issues, they limit her to one cat. Couldn't really get her to verbalize her plans but she's really focused on her health as she should be. She took a couple of action steps, hasn't implemented anything yet but she's the kind who will. Reminded her while I like John, don't put all your money with him or use him as your only advisor. We both have Tamara too. She had my stuff figured out to 92. John killed Susan off at 88.
Dropped in on the deadheads chatting at the yule log. It's all about food now, twinkies and poptarts. Somebody always points out we've been listening to the same show from 1977 all this time. Yeah, that was in the title you space case!
I'm going to cut out of here in a bit and go look at the Christmas lights before they are all gone. Not taking Sandy. She's not into the Dead and I want to listen to that.