This morning I drove over to Anamosa. Russ and the boys--I am becoming fond of these guys--Russ and the boys installed the hitch on my pickup.
This afternoon I drafted the documents necessary to close another estate, reviewed them with my client, and got his signature.
Closing cases; gearing up.
My daughter Sarah emailed me a link to the State Department's new travel warning on Mexico today.
I want to explore Mexico a bit, and no bunch of narcotraficantes are going to scare me off this. . . . .I don't think.
If I am shot and hit, it will save me the trouble of getting old. That's the way I feel about it right now anyway. Perhaps I will feel differently when I am getting shot at.