Yesterday was a cold morning with a noisy cat

Yesterday was a cold morning with a noisy cat. Think she missed me when I was out of town, and she must’ve had that persistent worry that there would be no food, ever again. [Judging from her considerable girth, this really shouldn’t be a problem. And I was home before it was time for her late night snack — just goes to show that some women are never happy.] The syndication check went to the the wrong address, or so they say, as it and a 1099 form both bounced — from a P.O. Box I haven’t had in more than four years. But the paychecks usually came right to the trailer. So much for computers that never make mistakes. Bad news: I got to fooling around on the Apple site, testing my “credit worthiness,” and up pops a new idea for fresh site design of my own. And I don’t think many people really understand just what I go through while managing a joke list. On a good day, maybe half dozen jokes hit the list. Maybe a few more in the last couple of days, but that’s largely due to to the new Presidential fodder we now have. But I have to sort through countless submissions, and hundreds of reruns. If I’ve seen the joke once, unless it’s really, really funny to me, it goes in the virtual ASCII recycling station. I guess that sounds bad, but part of this page is made from recycled text pieces.