My mind is so far gone anymore,I'm tempted to stop posting anything here for fear of getting arrested or killed for saying something when I'm having one of those moments. Of all the boneheaded,braindead things to do: I took a loader cylinder to the repair shop this morning to get new seals put in it. They called right after lunch and said it was done. I went and picked it up. About ten after four,they called and said there was a problem. I hadn't SIGNED THE CHECK. I had to go all the way back,25 mile round trip,just to sign my name. I swear I'm about two days from needing a helper monkey to make sure I don't leave the house without any pants on.