I am listening to Steve Jobs biography on disc as I walk right now and of course, I always take my iPhone with me as I walk in one of my many cargo pants pockets along with gum, the disc player, and, spare batteries. And the next disc in the sequence. One of these damn days I'll figure out how to download audio books on my phone and that will lighten the load considerably. I use the phone as a pedometer device and it tells me exactly how far I've walked, how many steps I've taken and how many calories I've burned.
Not enough on that last part, believe me.
Anyway, today I took a picture of a machine thing that seems to have been left behind at the old gas station from when they were redoing the highway. And so I took it's picture and well, here you go. More texts to Billy.
Okay. Sorry for the overlap.
I can only imagine how much Steve Jobs would appreciate my use of his incredible technology.
For the record, I don't think that Billy and I have ever gone and gotten shit-tanked together. Oh wait. Maybe once.
That was a long time ago.
It's been a slow day, y'all.
We're having chicken and spinach and roasted pepper sausages with sauerkraut and potatoes and Waldorf salad for supper.
Now you know.