What else is there to do.

Well, Barry is out of the house for the weekend. He is in Vermont do handle some family affairs. As such, I have the house to myself. So, I'm just going to sit here, have a few drinks, and enjoy the silence...and lack of stupidity in the air. Its like GA pollen. Sometimes the stupidity in the air when he is around can get so think that the next morning, everything is covered in it... or is that because of his breath?