I had intended to make a belated post about the fantastic time we had last night celebrating the Fourth of July with our friends, but since typing the title, the tray that holds my keyboard collapsed.  Actually, I hit it with my desk chair yesterday, and it broke then.  I thought I had fixed it, though, until I did the same thing today and it fell apart again.  I tried unseccessfully to fix it, but I couldn't.  I went to Office Depot and bought a much better one than the one I had, and I knew there was no way on earth unhandy me was going to be able to install it.

One of my very best friends is a guy named Richard.  I called him, and he stopped what he was doing (which was reading a mystery novel) and came over.  It took about a hour, but he got it installed.

The reason I mention this is to talk about what a good friend he is.  I offered to pay him for his efforts, but of course he wouldn't hear of any such thing.  It goes without saying that I could never pay him back in kind, but I'll come up with some way of showing my gratitude.  Anyway, it's not really ironic that I would have good friends, but it is a little ironic that one of them would be willing to drop everything on a Sunday afternoon to help me out.

ED