Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

My name is Robbo and I’m an idjit.

I can only hope that my forgetting to put a cup under the drip before turning on the cawfee maker this morning is not a harbinger of what kind of day this might be.

Instead, I prefer to look to my minor triumph over teh recycling people as the controlling portent. They’ve been coming round earlier and earlier the last couple weeks, perhaps due to a route change. Nonetheless, I still beat them to the curb by about half an hour. (I just heard the truck clatter by.)

Endeavor to persevere, my friends.