In the afternoon, we drove to Salem for what seems to be becoming a tradition on his birthday: a couple hours of family bowling, followed by chowing down, and cake, set against the usual backdrop of pandemonium whenever we all get together.
The last pic I posted of Dad was a pretty unflattering one, so I post this as a better example of what he usually looks like:
Happy Birthday, Guy.
Today I'm sick, for the first time in maybe a year or so. Nicole made me breakfast, then escaped, hopefully before she caught any germs. I'm going to try to get some stuff done around here today, in between naps.