A new morning

I got a good night's sleep and have a lot of work ahead of me. A have a friend who blogs about the recent encounters with Chucky and the hand grenades and also wrote a play about it. Hilarious. Both of us get relief from writing. For unknown reasons she calls him "the bathrobe." Her sense of humor is as crazy and off beat as mine. So now we have Chucky the walking bathrobe who lobs hand grenades into foxholes where people want to sleep. The moral of the story is that where is is not an open and honest dialogue, people will e-mail and blog these days. Can't suppress the bad news any more.