Monday 313

Well the trip to Northport was long but it went ok. The only thing I could of asked for was my brother Mark to be a little quieter. He was a non-stop talker. I just wanted to get out the duct tape for awhile.
Bill did a very nice job on the memorial service for Aunt Betty. It was sort of funny the way Aunt Betty's and my life seem to sort of parallel. She loved to read as do I. We both love reading up on stars and black holes and the such. We both have a "weird" sense of humor. I kept it to myself about how I thought our lives were sort of parallel until the ride home when mom mentioned that she had been thinking the same thing.
This week at work is going to be rough. Bernie is on vacation and they cut hours again, so it looks like we are going to be crazy busy.