When I’m having a bad nerve night, weird things go through my head both when awake and the smaller amount of time when I sleep.

I’ll state right now, not looking for sympathy. This is just Scott 2.0, the new me and I’ve just got to make the best of it. It’s just not an improved version other than a slight bit more tolerance for idiots. Not much, mind you!

Today’s dissertation is on country guys cooking.

In general the old belief was that the man would be out working and the wife would have lunch and dinner done for him.

Reality was the wife usually worked all day herself then came home and made dinner. That’s the way it was in our house.

Both of our sons and I are pretty decent cooks.

Dad’s culinary skills topped out at being able to put spam and mayonnaise between two slices of bread. If he really concentrated he could maybe roast a hotdog on a stick.