No longer Azimuth

This morning everything checked out OK on my eye exam. My visual fields haven't deteriorated since June 04, & my pressures were great: 14 & 11. On the way home I saw the mailman at my door, & it was a portent of savage dread: my Skyfight with a form. I'm still on Sabbatical until Monday, but with this disheartening blow to my job I decided to call Car-girl. She took me out for a convertible cruise to the Iron Claws, & then she treated me to Pizza Hut, where I did not see the Bumble Bee Girl. She saw me, though. We stopped at Ben Franklin's so I could buy some art supplies, & put a yellow triangle of tempera on a canvas board while Car-girl fiddled with the keyboard. She finally left, to see about going fishing with Weiner, so I started to watch the videos on Jethro Tull, then paused it so I could take a bath. I wanted to be clean for the free b-b-q tonite. John Tester, the Democratic challenger to Senator Conrad Burns, will be attending, & besides influencing my vote we get a free burger.