Where did all the days go?

I just realize that I have only 3 journals left for the cycle. Man, this is when the days start to fly by and I still need to learn a new skill. Katherine tells me picking my clothes off the floor is not really a new skill. Huh, go figure. Well, there's always that thing where you put dirty dishes into a large box and hit a couple buttons. I'm sure I can do that.

I will probably keep posting journals. I'm starting to enjoy it. It gives me a platform to tell the world of all of the Fosterisms out there to enrich lives and shape young minds. Or something like that. Maybe its the other way around. I truly wonder if anyone is really reading these. Maybe if they are having trouble falling asleep. That's it! My new skill is to bludgeon people to sleep while reading my monotonous rhetoric of my journal entries. I would be doing the world a great service. Throw away your melatonin, and just read these lines. What, where were we?

Foster out zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz