Catch It While You Can

I posted an entry for about an hour last night. Then took it off because I didn't like it. But not before Dusty, with his speedy Mid-Western fingers, commented. So now the world will never know what he said. Or what I said. And it's delicious. Just like corned beef hash. And biscuits. And gravy. Man, other than the whole too physically weak and lazy to do any work, and preferences for staying and waking up late, and possible allergies to animal dander and just dusty conditions overall, I would be awesome on a farm. Just plain awesome. Anyway, what was I saying? Not something snarky. I'm not that kind of person.