Archie Griffin came to my house last night.

My friend Bill brought him by to work on our book. Things didn't quite work out as planned though. Jenny left just before they showed up, and when they sat down in my kitchen I offered Archie a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, I'm not the coffee drinker in the family. Wouldn't you know the pot was dry and I looked like a fool tearing the kitchen apart trying to find Jenny's stash of coffee to brew some more. and even more foolish figuring out how to make it.

The when I looked for a mug, every one that I pulled out of the cupboard had come out of the dishwasher dirty. How embarrassing. Must have went through a dozen to find a clean one.

Once I stumbled through that, we sat down at the kitchen table and I pulled out my recorder. Wouldn't you know it, just then someone outside started running a jack hammer tearing the street up! We couldn't hear a thing.

It's just as well, because I was trying to figure out how to tell Archie, after they had driven all that way, that I really didn't have anything more to ask him, since I'd already interviewed him once.

Fortunately, about that time and before it got any worse, I woke up, rolled over, and squinted in the blackness at the clock on the nightstand which said 5 AM....

Someone must be trying to tell me I'm working way too hard on this project.... Of course guess it is a full moon......