We had a trip to Walmart planned last night for after I finished DJing. That plan didn’t work out because the Typist got a call that her Uncle, Grandma Duck’s brother, had been rushed to the emergency room. It turned out that he had a broken nose, but it scared everybody. And I will have to go get more bananas at Walmart another time. That is ok. I am glad the Typist’s uncle is not severely bad hurt or sick.