Good morning, all! I woke at 7:30 in a great mood. By 8:15 the Macbeths have put me into a depression. I just spent the past 30 minutes writing an email to my brother Randy, the Macbeths, and the esatate attorney telling the Macbeths, essentially, that I was tired of his snipes, and that once this property and estate were settled it was my hope that the only communication between us was an occasional nod across a crowded room.
I do not want to return to Ohio in two weeks.
Off to Toyland, Fed Ex and God knows what other hell.