I've never cut FexEx that close before and actually made it.

I was sending off a spot I made for my Dad's dental practice. It was already late for a bunch of reasons, not all my fault, and it had to leave tonight. The downtown office has last call at 8:30. I roll up seconds after 8:30 and double park, blocking in the FedEx truck on the street (see, I'm always thinkin'). The guy's coming out the door with his last load. Lucky me.

More problems down south. There seems to be something growing in my shorts. I got rained on while running the other day, and I fear the running shorts sat covered under other clothes for a few days. Now, there's this awful stench eminating from them that goes far beyond mold or mildew. I must brave them once more, though, as I'm out of running clothes till I do laundry.|