Will's Good Idea for the Week of 8/20/23

Slowly the body heals. Too slowly. [You're 50-Ed] We are annoyed, frustrated even. These injuries always make us...what's the word? Morose? Maybe. And sometimes these injuries give us the sight, vision into the future. We don't like it one bit. [The vision or the vision of the future?-Ed]. Maybe it's just lack of endorphins this last week. 

We swipe at the air and drink our grog like an Icelandic Viking who 18 months before was pillaging and plundering at will, but who's kidnapped Irish slave-girl wife is nagging him about building an extension to the hut with the new baby on the way. 

A week from now will be our first full day at the beach. 

Speaking of, we heard about this as soon as news broke, 'Hundreds of Swifties swarmed the songstress on Friday evening as she left a restaurant on Long Beach Island in New Jersey.' Yep, that's where we're headed in a week. We know exactly where that restaurant is and it's a doable walk from where we stay. The girls kept us informed as events warranted. No, we would not have let them join the crowd.

So Joe is vacationing at lake Tahoe while Maui smolders and southern California gets hammered by a hurricane. Tahoe Joe?

Honestly, we ain't got no good ideas this week. Okay, maybe one. We're going to work in the basement this week, close all the books, as we skim through the final storm to touch up details, and what not.