Oh, we're back. It's a Monday edition of BFTPM, post 4th of July weekend.

You had the same issue that I had Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. You didn't know what day it was.

Not a nice little escape from reality. Don Isn't that a nice little escape from reality?

Don't we all need a little escape from reality right about now? You don't know what day it is.

Now, you know, at some level, especially now that I'm on the wrong side of 60, that can be

concerning, but it was just kind of a nice refreshing. You know what? I'm not sure what day it is.

And I don't care.

It was nice.

I hope everybody had a great and safe holiday.

A little too much.

Drag a little too much, but had a very good time.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, if that is indeed what those three days were. Oh, and by the way, it was old

school PFT. I gave the writers the weekend off, and I just took over. I don't know how many

stories I posted, maybe nine a day. It's just part of my routine. Like when I'm sitting there watching

TV, watching a movie, watching whatever, post something, post something, post something. There was

plenty of stuff still to get to. Things left over from the week that was things that maybe we otherwise wouldn't

post if it was a busier time of the year but we kept the engine fed and carried you through

friday saturday and sunday if you were indeed paying attention to your non-work sites when you aren't working. And hopefully most of you

were able to take that weekend off. And for me again, it's not, it's not, it's not,

don't tell anybody, but it's really not work. And I probably would do it, even if I wasn't

making any money at it. That's probably not something that I should be saying out loud.

All right. Let's get to it. And I know that Gary, who's producing today, probably wishes this

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