GOT TO MOVE

I am sitting in front of this computer like a block of lead. Michael called. I saw his number where I check my messages. I need to make my way out of this library and back across the pedestrian bridge to my apartment at The Village. I need to call Michael and arrange to be at his place tomorrow. We have an apointment with his dermatologist. I will get the Washington, D.C. pictures from him and start scanning them on the site. GOT TO MOVE. Let's roll, Mr. Bush!