My older brother, who is my polar opposite, is visiting for three days while he is in New York trying out for the game show "Who Wants to be a Millionaire." He is currently home on my couch enjoying a fitful, apnea afflicted bout of sleep while I am in the office trying to earn a living.
I do want to be a loyal family member, but it is difficult for me to spend time with a relative whose every life choice involves feats of buffoonery that would make Bozo the Clown hang his head in shame and resolve to try harder. My brother possesses the same sense of decorum our Creator bestowed upon the Keystone Kops, not to mention the common sense God gave a cantaloupe.
I will spare you, my gentle readers, the unsavory details of the vulgar indignities my brother has inflicted on us lately. I suppose this entry is merely a call for your good wishes, which George and I can surely use until such time as Rich returns to his cave.