Brief Note

My brain is almost completely fried. Which is weird since the furnace ran out of oil and it's cold in the house, but the brain it is fried. Please do not expect comments 'cos I'm not sure I'll be able to do more than skim posts on the friends page in search of words of one syllable. It's not that I don't love you, it's that the brain is fried. And even I have noticed that I'm repeating myself, so I'll stop now.