Killin' time

I don't feel bad about killin' time, because I know it's killin' me.

I started writing this last Friday after work, (5:06 PM) right after realizing that I had failed to click "Publish" the night before and then proceeding to post that blog for my eagerly awaiting  audience.  (Both of you.)  I was (at that time) killing time, waiting for a Masonic meeting (which I'm sure would bore you to tears, unless you're one of us) and that clever little witticism occurred to me.

I haven't written much more since then.  I notice my "Out of Context Quotations" have not turned out to be a weekly (or even monthly) feature.  I don't have one this week, but I'll continue to use them as they occur.

Since I've been trying to include an image of some kind with each post, and since I've mentioned the cats several times, here's an older picture I just ran across:

I guess I can call them the Tabby Brothers.  The one on your right is Hiram.  It's kind of hard to tell, even for me.  I know they were both less than 14 months old at the time, because Hiram only lived 14 months.  The one on your left is Solomon.  I've shown you a couple of pictures with him in them before.  (Hey, if you think you know where they got their names why don't you "like" this post on Facebook?  I'm shameless.)

Now it looks like I'll be killin' time for the next 1 year, 8 months and 22 days.

That's 632 days, so get off my lawn.