So Who's Complainin'?

OK, I’ve used up my ration of kvetching for this week. Thanks for your patience, everyone (whoever you are). Steve, Mitch and Wes, thanks for your words of comfort. Besides, it’s Friday, it’s after bizness hours, and the world is looking just plain rosy. I’ve always maintained that weekends are like sex: even when they’re not so good, they’re wonderful. The dog days of August are sweating their dreary way down toward the glory of autumn. And in a few months we can start bitching about winter. But for now, I ain’t complainin’. Sorry, Dad. Remember, I'm still an apprentice curmudgeon.