Just call him Bob

Well, alrighty.

This morning, I was heaping on the self-flagellation. I was beyond consolation, just a quivering lip away from tears. I'm behind on deadlines, have a messy house, applications to put in and then I noticed the roof is leaking - again - onto the front porch. Wouldn't be that bad - it is outside and not inside - but we repaired that leak once before, but not before it damaged the siding on the house and cost us money to have it replaced.

So, pity party is in full swing when Army of Dad sends me the link about this fella with no arms or legs who swam in a damn triathalon with his buddies doing the other two legs (bad pun) of the race. Damn. If this guy can have a sense of humor and even beat people swimming, I guess I should be happy that I have a leaky roof that my honey can climb up and fix once the roof dries.