Yesterday I realized that the name “Megan” is only one letter beyond the word “mean.” We all know my business partner is nowhere close to average, so what, pray tell, shall we should conclude about her??

Names are funny things. Sometimes my dad gets envelopes in the mail addressed to “Thos F. Itsch.” In case you’re wondering, that’s a whole lot more than one letter off from his actual name.

Today most certainly isn’t Wednesday, but we can pretend otherwise. That way I can deliver Part 4 of The Senile Journey to you, despite the fact that it slipped my mind yesterday.