Life in the key of E flat minor

Martin Luther King, Jr. said "darkness can not drive out darkness only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate only love can do that." Visit https://www.lighttounite.org/ and spread Light and Love this holiday season. Do good unto the least of your breathen. Bristol-Myers is donating a dollar to AIDS research every time someone goes to their website and moves the match to the candle and lights it. Please forward this to your friends to spread. It takes a s econd to raise a dollar.

Here's a shameless plug to my brother's and sister's-in-law humor and talent :

I'm home, watching Sex in the City on TBS. I never really got into it when it was on HBO. But, it's on and it's funny. I get thirty, so I go downstairs to get a glass of water. I hear Christmas Carols be played on a saxaphone. I prey open the shutters and there on the sidewalk is a man playing his saxaphone in front of the restaurant across the street. Ah, Christmas.

  I'm trying to look into why the e-mail-to-blogger function didn't work.  For now, I can't access blogger at home and I can't spend all my time at work blogging.

I'm going to try to make up for lost time. I was working on posting once a day until the end of the year so I would live up to my goal of 100 posts for the year. I got derailed. The e-mail-to-blogger interface failed for me twice in a row. Once I was just e-mail a quick phone photo of my night out. Maybe it was too big, or maybe blogger couldn't accept my phone as an e-mail addres, or something else. But it failed. Then I tried to e-mail my little memory about my dad and his giving me a cup of lukewarm water when I was felling bad. That failed. I did think to go back and post it. However, I haven't yet tried to e-mail post again. That's this attempt. So, cross your fingers and let's see if it works. Thanks. P.S. It failed.

(this was originally attempted to be posted on Saturday December 2.) I'm fighting another stomach bug. It's different then last week's; since I'm convinced that last week's was caused by eating some bad leftovers. I don't know why I'm not up to par this week. I thought about sharing with you the horrible story of needing to use a rest room in the Gallery. (Think Trainspotting.) I decided to share a memory instead. Whenever I was a kid and I complained of some kind of stomach problem, my dad would always get me a glass of lukewarm water. He tell me that I might not enjoy drinking it, but it will make me feel better for the moment. It always did. So, I revisited the trick this week, and you know what, the lukewarm water still made me feel better. So thanks, Dad.

I'm really a working stiff now. I had a day that was jammed with meeting. I only had about 1.5 hours free to do things, like send out and reply to e-mails. So I stayed late to work on my inbox. I guess I'm really an adult now.