So I awoke by the chiming of my cell phone, and its MR. Property Manager, belching the normal, pay up or get out song. Guess the $500.00 I paid out Friday, wasn’t enough. With this realty company enough is never enough. So with no food in house trucked over to Twin Falls, go snag money out of the state fund, and go eat. Must have been the low dollar specials celebrating the Depot Grills founding week, but place was packed tighter than a turtles pecker(that’s really tight) but got front row seating and quick service. So am eating, PoohBear calls at least 5 times, so I chug down the grilled ham & cheese, and teeter tits, and 5 cups of java. Go fuel at Kix 66, and snuff at the smoke shop. Then homeward bound with me coughing still and feeling like toy soldier with a run down battery. Now PoohBear knows that for love nor money I don’t answer the phone, or text while driving. Especially in a city the size of Twin Falls. So get home, had to shit like the unloading of a cement truck, there went the ham & cheese and now drinking water like I’d been on the Sierra Desert for a year. Just can’t stop drinking water, must have got dehydrated. Needless to say I’m not good for any body, for any thing today. More on the bounce around over night.