Mrs. F's on the early-early train and I'm beat. Got some stuff up at TAB if you want more of my drivel. Gotta go to the tailor and pick up my suits. Guess what? The Mrs. found out from the tailor what to look for to see if pants can be let out (I'm getting old, fat, and ugly) so I gotta bring two pairs of suit pants tonight and have them let out. Big fun on top of trying on two suits until the Mrs. is satisfied. So I'm hitting the showers.