Earl is off testing his skill at poker tonight. Rick and Helen are safely back at home outside of Philadelphia. The wind is blowing and anything that was on our deck is now smashed and lying in the back lawn. The facial hair configuration has been finalized (Jimbo got it right, by the way). The dishwasher has been emptied, the laundry is ready to be folded. On-call is coming to an end in 10 hours and 41 minutes as of this exact moment that I’m typing, but who’s counting?
So what does one do after working hours and hours of overtime and watching lots of back-to-back episodes of “Bewitched” this evening?
Sing karaoke of course!
In this photo I am singing “Afternoon Delight” and trying not to sound like Will Farrell.
