Troubling words from my frustrated Grandfather on his nights of tossing and turning due to his recent inability to sleep any more than 2 to 3 hours. Getting old can't be easy. I told him he should think about working the graveyard shift at the the fill up station, only to be sternly informed that they close at 9. Oh well.
Also a recent comment has asked me to find out why people live up here in this cold, cold weather. From what I can deduce it is their love for knitted headwear. They are absolutely crazy about it.
1 comment:
Thank you for clearing that up for me, Prodigal Norseman!
I believe you are correct!
You are very wise, like your grandfather!
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