Fate of the Skylark, sounds like a bad heavy metal song. What am I saying, there are no bad heavy metal songs. Rock N' Roll forever!!!! Anyway, I've been hoping that the show would need a car to smash up for an undetermined comedy piece but it's not going to happen. I'm going to donate the car to charity. I won't get any immediate cash gratification but I can write that sucker off. I got home last night and watched Junkyard Wars.

Speaking of junkyards, you know what came up in conversation yesterday? The late, great wrestler, JunkYard Dog! I always enjoyed his performances. Speaking of great performances, Sunday night, I caught the last song of a live concert by the late Jeff Buckley. Wow, what a great song/performance. I'm going to pick up that live CD today. Also last night, I moved the Skylark for the last time. It's funny how attached we get to things. Sunday night I ironed all my shirts for the week. I only mention that because it's an unusual occurrence. I also mention that because by the time I got to work yesterday and today - I look like one big wrinkle. Such is life, rafiki. Rafiki means friend in Swahili. I was talking to my friend and longtime BobBorden.com reader, Pam, yesterday. We both agreed on how lovely the weather has been. Great sleeping weather. Mmmmmmmmm, sleep. That's it.

Enjoy your day.