9:15 on a Friday night and I just got a set off charts to revise.. I started to pick up my computers and start in on them.. But my brain refused.. Seriously. I told my brain that it was being lazy, but it pushed back on me.. I took my brain and sat at the table and pulled up the work and tried to read it.. But my brain told me to go pound salt….no way sez my brain.. It’s weekend… I tried some subterfuge.. Brain, I sez , do this thing for me ,and I’ll give you another glass of wine afterwards.. Brain was not buying it.. Brain sez I’m on strike” you do the work with out me.. So.. I try to call its bluff. I sat down and started typing.. But I have to admit.. Without the old brain, words just weren’t coming to me… . I appealed to my brain….look.. Help me out here..it just doesn’t budge.. No way..l union rules.” no work on Friday night.. Now way, no how….. You’ve had me working 11 or 12 hour days every day this week… No chance on tonight… Do it without me…
So here is sit.. Brainless..Maybe I can talk sense into my brain tomorrow

…guess its a perfect time to watch a dumb movie on Netflix..

Nite all, nite Sam
-me

Ps. Gabe turns 17 tomorrow..! Here he is as a 16 year old ..