Bob Wills and Ray Benson

“Bring it on down to my house honey, ain’t no one home but me….” I answered the phone with that chorus from Bob Wills and the girl with the red hair was wondering what I was doing. Hey, it was on the CD at the moment. Synchronisity? No, just Bob Wills and Ray Benson. I’ve got to remember that working for several hours at a time can wear me out, and after I get in from a road trip, I’m beat. I need a day off. That didn’t stop me from computer shopping with a friend of mine, though. She wanted a purple computer so we finally got her one. “Grape” is the correct term, I think. I was surprised when she did call me later — “This thing is FAST!” My surprise was that she took a break from the machine long enough to call. I didn’t manage to get out the door of the computer store myself without a few techno baubles of my own, the smallest of offerings for the odd deities that rule the land of the silicon chip. Got to keep them critters happy.