I guess Pop still likes to have a drinking buddy. He brought Lorie over last night, and she is no longer shy about spending the night in his bed. Her injury also has not made her shy about alcohol, but I suppose habit and need may drive this particular line of boldness. I tell you, teenagers do not have a whole lot over our seventy-year-olds, and here I am, just wishing that I could enjoy more peace and quiet with all my cats to read my musty books and watch a little telly.