Enough of this

Bad Ju-Ju be gone.

There is only so long a feeling of uneasiness can hang in the air without falling under its own weight.

The wet still fell from the heavens as I went to bed last night. I wasn't optimistic. I had stepped on the lawn to pick up a news paper. The dirt felt like a sponge. I thought I was going to sink.

Around 11PM, I made the decision to log off the computer and go to bed. I wasn't tired. I didn't even want to quit working on the new Blog. But I wanted to be around people and what better place to do that but in bed. My wife and dog were there.

The wife was already asleep. She had thrown a shirt over her eyes. She had been too tired to turn off the light. The dog was hiding under the covers.

I crawled into bed. My wife woke up. We spent the next two hours being stupid. I turned the dog into The Queen and she ruled the bed. Then she chewed on my hand for a while (the dog, not my wife). I woke up in a great mood.

Now, the rain has stopped, the clouds are breaking, and Friday offers a weekend that we all desperately need.

And even better than all of that, it appears the two-year McDonalds Boycott is starting to work

CHICAGO (Reuters) - McDonald's Corp. MCD.N said on Thursday fourth-quarter net income fell 40 percent, its fifth straight quarterly decline, as the fast-food giant took charges for U.S. restructuring while declining sales in Asia and Latin America offset some recovery in Europe.

Sometimes I'm glad that I have no supernatural power to predict doom.