TBW Daily Diary

A quiet no-news day. My batteries have been running on low all day (forgot to drink my Ensure) and I am in more pain than usual . . . Think I could sleep the weekend away if only we were blessed with a gentle rain instead of thunderstorms . . . One third of the town went home to be with Dad this weekend; another third is in Center City getting blotto at the summer beer-bust; the final third is attending the opening night reception for Art of the State at the museum . . . people are still muttering about the mayor's three-day fast and prayer fest meant to solve the city's financial problems. But, as one fellow pointed out, although it has taken her a year and a half, the mayor does, at last, have a plan . . .