I have begun reading a horror story in Braille. Something bad is going to happen... I can feel it.

I spent a fair amount of time yesterday shopping for food.   I have been making food all day since I managed to get up.  Pizza for lunch, Coffee for later, Biscuits for breakfast.  At least I'm not being run down in a grocery store.


I went to the grocery store the other day and saw these two ~75 year old men violently ram their carts into each other.

I helped one of them up and listened in while they were talking.
“Terribly sorry, I’m looking for my wife - I can’t find her anywhere!” says the one I’m helping up.

“Well that’s a coincidence, I’ve been looking all over for my wife! I tell you what, how about we help each other look for them?” the second fellow asks.
“That’s not a bad idea! What does your wife look like so I will know her when we see her?” the first man says, now dusting himself off.

The other guy replies “Well she’s 34 years old, she’s wearing a blue skirt with long slender legs sticking out, and a bright yellow sleeveless shirt that I told her before we left reveals too much. How about you - what is your wife wearing?”.
“Doesn’t matter. Let’s look for yours.”