Sleep
The internet, series of tubes and un-truck-like or not, is a funny place. I have just finished my morning perusal of other people’s postings of misery and doubts, and still have enough time for a cup of cocoa (okay, mocha, dammit!) before work. Which is a good thing, too: My eyes keep closing. I think someone’s sewn magnets between the upper and lower lids and I really need to find a way to reverse the polarity on one on each side.
No robin outside my window this morning. I hope the worthless cats haven’t killed it. It is sad enough going out to the orchard and seeing the empty nest they left there. I it weren’t for the mice that keep trying to invade, I would seriously consider de-catting the house. I have to get the wife to sew bells to their necks if they are going to keep slipping out of their collars.
Who would I not want to be today? Ted Stevens, stone-age senator, for one.
