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Boozy, He Was...

"Your father just jumped all over me," mom said on the phone crying pitifully.

We have a system due to my phone phobias that mom rings once and my father rings three times for me to call them back.

"What happened?" I asked very alarmed.

"It was after 9:30 and he still hadn't brought your medications so I got onto him," mom exclaimed with a sniffle. "I told him he should be ashamed for making you wait so long."

"Mom, it's not worth it," I told her. "Just stay out of stuff like that. I appreciate you trying to be my advocate, though."

"Well, you said you had a bad day and I wanted you to feel okay," my mother retorted with more sniffles.

"Bless your heart," I told her. "You take no mind of all of that and go to bed."

Dad came pulling up in front of my house at exactly 10:09 pm. The latest he has ever arrived. I had given up and had fallen asleep in my recliner with Forensic Files droning on the TV with Maggie asleep in the bed. Maggie came tearing out of the bedroom when I hollered, "Papa's here!" He reeked of booze as well and was also dressed haphazardly. We fed and watered Maggie, Dad took out the trash, and he was on his way home not before he doled out my medications.

The Day is Winding Down...

I was firmly ensconced in my warm, comfortable bed about 10 pm last night. My bed felt so very good. I was fast asleep as soon as Maggie got situated at my feet and my head had firmly hit the pillow. Maggie and I are still sleeping in the front bedroom. I got so sleepy I could barely stay awake after my father gave me my medications about 9 pm.  I slept until after lunch today which is becoming more and more common for me. The Magster just absolutely adores and loves it when we do that. She is asleep up against my pillow as I write this. Her eye looked much, much better today so we decided to call off the veterinarian visit for her sake and see how she looks tomorrow. Which reminds me I need to go put a drop in her eye for the evening. (done)

Dad is cooking vegetable beef soup and cornbread for supper. It is Charlie's wife's recipe and it is super delicious. Mom called and asked if I wanted any.

"Why sure!" I exclaimed over the phone excitedly.

Who am I to pass up some of my father's wonderful homemade cooking? Mom said she would send a Tupperware bowl of soup and some cornbread. It will make for a great lunch tomorrow.

It is 7:41 pm as I write this and that means about an hour to go before my father arrives. I would love for him to come earlier and to not make me wait. I've had a tough day mentally which thankfully happens less and less and I hope to take my medications and put this one in the books as they say. A wave of relief will envelop me almost an hour after I take them. I almost had one of my classic anxiety attacks this evening and it scared the bejebus out of me. In a grand old world, I would take my medications and get to feeling much better, but my world doesn't work that way. I will never, ever get in the situation again of someone having control of my medications.

We had a really good and steady rain this evening. It rained for hours and I could hear it tap, tap, tapping on the overhangs and stoop of my house. I took some solace in that. The whole world seemed to slow down and take it easy after the rain started. The catbirds whom pepper my neighborhood took a break from their incessant songs for a mate I noticed.

I managed to finish most of the crossword puzzle dad sent me home with. He called and asked how far I got.

"I've got most of the puzzle finished!" I replied.

He wants to look at it when he gets here to see if we can brainstorm on the missing words. I see now why he likes them. They are truly a lot of fun.

The Man Who Peddles Crosswords...

Dad's new pastime is crosswords. I drove over an hour ago to just visit. I was feeling very lonely. Mom was asleep on the couch while my father was busily cleaning the house.

My father was surprised when I got a hard one in today's newspaper.

"Arial and Times New Roman?" he asked me.

"Those are fonts," I told him.

He got excited.  "You got it!!!"

Dad sent me home with an unfinished crossword and a sharpened pencil. He's hoping we can share this love of crosswords together. I will do my best, but they are downright hard.

Right As Rain...

Dad said both my brother and sister called on my birthday. They couldn't reach me at home and called my father's cellphone. That made me feel good. I know we are not close, but I do love both of them. They are very close to each other and actually work in the same cancer treatment clinic with each other as oncologists.

Today is my sister's birthday. We are exactly 5 years and 3 days apart on our birthdays. Dad was reveling me in the story on how I was born last night. The doctor had induced labor and said the baby would be coming soon. Dad poked his head in my mother's hospital room to see how she was doing.

"I was flabbergasted!" my father told me. "She was just casually sitting there in the hospital bed reading a book."

I laughed. That sounds like my mother.

"What are you doing reading a book?" dad said he asked her worriedly. "You're fixing to have a baby!"

"I thought I might get bored while waiting on the baby," dad said my mother told him.

Dad and I both got a good laugh out of that last night. Mom never had any complications with any of her pregnancies. It was just another day on the job being a mother for her.

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The Grand Entrance...

Maggie feeling frisky!

I was sitting here at this computer in my bedroom typing away. Maggie was lying next to me on the floor lounging taking care of dog business -- grooming, scratching, and such. I saw Papa pull up front with medications.

"Papa's here!" I exclaimed very loudly.

A phrase Maggie knows well. Maggie flew into the den to look out the den window to confirm what I just said. Much jubilant barking commenced when Papa's car was spotted. Dad was faux barking across the yard as Maggie worked herself up into a fever pitch of barking herself.

I was so glad to see him as well as I've had a tough day mentally for most of the afternoon. I could now take my medications, relax, settle down, and get ready for bed. I had made it through another tough day without that magic elixir alcohol.

Tomorrow, I have a full day ahead of me. I've got to get Maggie back out to the Vet. and I am doing it solo. Dad said to get Dr. Thomas, the veterinarian, to call him about payment. Maggie is going to get groomed and her nails clipped. The drops are not completely clearing up the infection in Maggie's right eye. We are going to see if there is an alternate treatment and get her on some oral antibiotics as well. My father is going to call and organize all of this.

Part Of My Life

Maybe We Will Watch Trains Some Other Day...

The bank in downtown West Point has a high brick fence around its perimeter. There is also a bench behind that fence opposite the bank. I like to park at the railway museum and sit there and read while waiting for trains. Well, today I got downright cold and didn't stay long. I couldn't find a piece of cardboard to sit on. That bench is cement and cold on the ole derrière. I drove home relishing the warmth of my car.





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Sign of the Times?

I don't ever remember seeing homeless people here in West Point as I was growing up.  Well, I saw what looked like an elderly bag lady over by the carwash today as I was driving home. I have a lot of empathy for people facing this plight. I kept thinking to myself, "where does she sleep?" and "where does she eat?" We don't have shelters or soup kitchens in this little town. Some churches must be filling that role that I don't know of.

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Show Some Mercy For This Poor Dog...

Maggie hadn't seen my father in three days. Each night she would sit on the back of the couch and wait on him undaunted. I called dad last night and told him to stop by and see this poor pining dog before he went to the grocery store. As soon as my father pulled up in front of the house, dearest Maggie went bonkers. "He's here! He's here!" she seemed to be barking as she squealed with joy. I profusely thanked my father for doing that for my little furry companion.

Icing on the Cake...

Dad cooked supper tonight. I was especially overjoyed to get some of his absolutely delicious potato salad. His German potato salad is incredible as well. As you can see, we also had green beans, biscuits, and fried cube steak. A perfectly utilitarian Southern meal.

Now, That Looks Much Better...

Thank Ye! Thank Ye!

I pulled into the old Valley National Bank parking lot (a shortcut to my parent's house) and there was this elderly man who was obviously homeless walking across it. He was chomping on a big cigar and it made me smile.

"Do you need a ride somewhere close?" I asked.

"No," he surprisingly told me. "I be going up to the Piggly Wiggly and gettin' some lunch."

I told him good luck and he told me thanks. I handed him five dollars and told him to get a six-pack of Vienna sausages. I had a rendezvous with my father to take my medications and grab my sodas this early afternoon.

I thanked my parents under my breath for saving me from going through such a similar situation.

Dad was sitting out on the back deck this dreary day doing crossword puzzles. His new infatuation and pastime.

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Low Key...

I am writing this from my brand new backup computer. I had a time getting the RAM to play nice last night. Right now, I have 24 GB of RAM installed running at 1866 MHz. I was pulling my hair out for a moment there yesterday afternoon. Now, all I have to do is secure it in its case and get this mess off my kitchen table.

We didn't have a cake yesterday. My birthday basically consisted of my driving over to take my medications, getting my computer parts, and then heading home. I didn't want much of a fuss anyway. Mom brought me chicken fajitas as well last night for supper.

I knew I was taking a chance on cheaply priced refurbished speakers. My left speaker of the unit I bought doesn't work. I was disappointed and will send it back for a refund and a possible purchase of a new set of these Logitech speakers. I have another set of Z523 speakers in my computer room and they sound great.

You're In Charge...

Dad took it upon himself to direct my grocery shopping tonight. A line of storms is on the way and we were in a hurry to get home with our groceries squared away before the heavens opened up and poured forth.

"Get the beef bologna," my father told me as he said it tastes better.

We then bought hotdogs, hotdog buns, and chili with no beans.

"You'll enjoy those chili dogs for lunch tomorrow."

One of our final destinations for the night was the frozen food aisle. I got several of those Tai Pei Chinese meals I enjoy.

Yay! They had milk tonight! My biggest expense besides breakfast foods was 4 gallons of milk and two gigantic bags of Kroger frosted flakes. I also bought two quarts of that International Delight hazelnut coffee creamer. I love that stuff.

I grabbed some eggs, bacon, butter, frozen biscuits and then told my father I was ready to checkout.

The grand total came out to be $76 miserly dollars. We did pretty well working as a team.

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On the Cusp of 44...

I spent most of my childhood hoping I would soon grow up. Little did I know that being an adult was not all it was cracked up to be as well. I wish I knew at 18 what I know now. My life would be vastly different, but I better not cry over spilt milk. I have a pretty good life these days and all my immediate and most pressing needs are met. I also have a completely dysfunctional but very loving family.

Dad says that my mother and I ceased growing up as soon as schizophrenia and bipolar manifested themselves. So I guess I am figuratively still 20 or 21 years of age.

My father usually only works Tuesdays and Thursdays. He worked today so he could be off for my birthday tomorrow.  I jokingly called my father at the pharmacy and asked him if I can open my presents tonight. I am itching to get my new computer up and running. He told me to get up a grocery list as we are buying groceries as is our usual custom for Monday nights.

3,000 Miles

The Colonel's Army...

My KFC meal tonight!

I was standing in my neighbor's back yard taking a photograph of a mediocre sunset when my father and Charlie pulled up in front of my house.

"You hungry?" my father hollered as I walked their way.

Everybody got Kentucky Fried Chicken except for my mother who got a Wendy's double w/cheese combo meal. She's such a rebel!

"I am starving!" I told my father rather ravished.

Dad administered my medications while Charlie cleaned my kitchen and got Maggie's ritual done for the night. I asked dad what was Charlie's rank in the Colonel's army and he burst out with laughter. Dad would be a drill sergeant and Maggie could be a scout.

"Charlie could be chief custodial engineer," dad quipped with a laugh.

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Are We Ready to Eat Yet?

I have the uncanny ability to always call when my parent's are eating supper.

"What are y'all eating?" I asked my mother.

"Your daddy grilled out steaks and I am going to fix you a plate," my mother replied.

Well, that certainly gives me something to look forward to tonight.

"What did you have to eat?" my mother then asked in turn.

"I had a can of Chef Boyardee beefaroni," I replied miserably.

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Calm Becomes Us...

I've been down at the tracks for a few hours. I didn't see one train, but I did watch a rail inspection car come whizzing by at a fast pace. That was unique.

I read on the internet that CSX Transportation has laid off a hundred workers. I hope this didn't impact our railroad traffic. Railroads went through a similar upheaval back in the nineteen seventies -- mergers galore and many companies had to rethink their business models.

Being down at the tracks is a quiet, calming, and cathartic experience for me. I have a lot of time between trains to think and organize my thoughts.

I also had a really fishy tin of sardines and some saltine crackers as my snack today. I always have to bring some kind of "fishing" food on my forays to the rails.

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We're in Good Hands...

Charlie called me today. He wanted to know what to get me for supper as he was directing the medication ritual tonight. Charlie always brings Maggie and I something good to eat and a giant soda on these occasions. I told him I would really love an Arby's roast beef sandwich for supper.

"No curly fries?" Charlie asked me with an air of incredulous-ness.

"Just a drink and a sandwich and I will be a happy soul," I replied to Charlie.

Dad always complains about Arby's being too expensive when we go there for our Sunday night supper. It is because mom and I insist on getting Rueben sandwiches.

Impetuous Me...

The RAM I am getting for my birthday.

"Dad?" I warily asked tonight. "Let me have two computer parts to at least get Windows 10 installed."

"No, no, no!" my father said laughing tonight. "You have to wait for your birthday!"

I am so impetuous and knowing those computer parts are at my parent's house is driving me crazy.

My father has just left after the medication ritual. He was in quite a good and jovial mood despite working 10 hours today. I was relishing the company as I've felt lonely this afternoon and evening. Maggie literally slept the whole day through on our new sleeping quarters in the computer room. It is interesting to how she has transitioned with me to the front bed with no coercion or cajoling on my part. I certainly have been sleeping better on that very firm mattress. This is about as normal as my sleeping habits have been in years.

Maggie was a very good girl about her eyedrops tonight. She just lay there as I opened the offending eye and put a few drops in. I think she is already feeling better with less and less eye boogers.

Unwavering Kindness...

This morning was my injection. Dad called me at 8 pm to make sure I was up and going.

"Let me finish my diet Coke and I will get in the shower, get dressed and get going," I told my father.

I also had some really fresh doughnuts I was eating this morning for breakfast. Maggie was driving me crazy for a bite. I finally relented and Maggie took her doughnut and buried it in the backyard much to my chagrin.

Hwy. 29 was as busy as ever -- everybody was jockeying for position as if this was a NASCAR race. Some kooky lady with big hair pulled into my lane and immediately slowed down causing me to slam on my brakes. I cursed under my breath and went around her as I glared menacingly out my passenger's side window.

I arrived at the pharmacy and dad already had it opened for business. There was a really nice brand new Jeep Wrangler in the parking lot. I asked a man at the counter if that was his Jeep and he said yes.

"Beautiful car," I told him in a talkative mood. "Does it have the inline six engine?"

He smiled and said yes it did. My therapist, Barbara, would be smiling at this little exchange as well.

Matt, the pharmacy manager, had ordered all my birthday computer parts. We had a short discussion about solid state drives or SSDs.

"It will, at least, double the speed of your computer," I told him with much enthusiasm.

Dad then handed me my injection and I was off to the races again. Rebecca, my nurse, is so very kind as she called me back to an examining room.

"And how are you?" she asked as I sat down in the examining room while she prepared my shot.

"I have no complaints," I told Rebecca. "My day is off to a good start."

I told her of my cleaning efforts and about my dad giving me money for doing it.  She laughed and said she could never get her house clean enough for someone to pay her for doing it. She administered my injection and I was soon on my way again. Dee Dee already had my next injection set up for April 21st. I told them all with great empathy sincerity about how much I appreciate them.

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Gonna Get Stormy Tonight...

I am loving this game, but the sound is tiresome. BEEP! BOOP!

My Main Problem is Psychosomatic...

psy·cho·so·mat·ic

ˌsīkōsəˈmadik/

adjective

1. (of a physical illness or other condition) caused or aggravated by a mental factor such as internal conflict or stress.

   "her doctor was convinced that most of Edith's problems were psychosomatic"

   synonyms:

   (all) in the mind, psychological, irrational, stress-related, stress-induced,subjective, subconscious, unconscious "psychosomatic illnesses can produce very real physical symptoms"

   • of or relating to the interaction of mind and body.
   • 
     

I'm dwelling on my fears today. I feel out of sorts and anxiety is soon to follow.

"Come and sit with me awhile and we will talk," my mother told me over the phone after I explained to her what is happening with me today. "You can sit in the chair while I lay in the bed."

"Dad will say I got you stirred up and will be angry with me," I replied.

"Well, come if you feel like it," mom said sleepily and she got off the phone.

I tried to call my father to see if he wouldn't let me come take my medications early. He didn't answer the phone. He knows the game and is probably taking a nap at this moment unwilling to fool with my usual mental trifles.

Is there really anything wrong with me mentally, or is it just all in my head? I know my father is home so I get it in my head that I need my medications early today. If he were at work, then I would just be forced to wait without any other option. I would never impose on Charlie in such a situation even though he keeps some of my medications in his car for situations like last night.

A Positive Ending...

I am going to do my best for Maggie's sake to wait until my father's arrives tonight to take my medications. I already feel better having this thought in mind. She will not see him if I get my medications this afternoon.  It is one of the highlights of her existence to see him or Charlie nightly.

I just got off the phone with my father after explaining the situation.

"We all have good days and bad days," he said. "You don't ask for those medications early very often. Try to wait until tonight and I will help you put Maggie's drops in her eyes."

A Good Man Arrived Last Night...

It was edging closer and closer to 9 pm last night. I called myself looking out the window in the computer room for my father's arrival.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the front door and Maggie went bonkers. Charlie's car is whisper quiet compared to my father's Honda. Charlie had snuck up on me.

"Andrew!" I could hear on the other side of my front door. "It's is Charlie."

I had just lit a cigarillo and quickly put it out and headed for the den. We had a surprise visit from Charlie.

"Your father is in Auburn for your niece's confirmation at a church," Charlie told me. "I have Horsefly at the bowling alley bowling so I can't stay long."

Charlie certainly didn't stay long, but it was very good to see him. No sooner had I swallowed my medications, then Charlie was headed out to his car after doing Maggie's nightly ritual of fresh food and clean water.

A Computer On a Kitchen Table...

Evoke the Auschwitz Mantra...

I was fixing to write a blog post about being tired of eating Mexican food for yet another week. I should be ashamed of myself. Mom's bringing chicken fajitas by in the next hour. That instantly evoked my Auschwitz Mantra. I can think of millions upon millions of people who are going to bed tonight with a hungry belly.  I am also drinking a very large, clean, and ice cold glass of water from the fridge. You see those African ladies in National Geographic who carry their water for miles upon their heads just to do their laundry on stone rocks.

Just Doing My Duty Sir!

"My injection is Thursday," I told my father over the phone after breakfast. "You help me remember and I am going to set my alarm clock Wednesday night."

We got off the phone and my father called me back in 10 minutes.

"It's a good thing you called," my father told me very thankfully. "I completely forgot your injection and we are going to have to order you one. It will be here tomorrow at lunch."

Life sometimes has a weird way of working out. I know it's got to be psychosomatic, but going without my injection gives me a case of the crazies. I also have very physical symptoms of withdrawal as well like hot flashes, anxiety attacks, heart palpitations, and such.

Musical Mattresses...

I almost titled this post "Strange Ways" as for some strange reason I am now sleeping on the bed in my computer room. Change of venue? It is a little twin bed juxtaposed to my big queen bed in the back bedroom so Maggie has to fight with me for sleeping real-estate. She's got to sleep with me wherever I lay my head. I was astonished that she could jump up that high.

Another reason I am sleeping on that bed is that it has a very nice orthopedic mattress that is kind to my back and neck. I bought this mattress years ago when I worked in the pet store. It is very firm.

Drunken Equilibrium...

I was almost in the bed last night when Charlie stopped by with new lamp shades. My old ones were in pitiful shape -- all hand me downs from the distant past. Charlie said he had bought them at Walmart of all places. I thought you could only get them at furniture stores.

"What happened to the lamp shade in your computer room?" Charlie asked. "It is mangled."

"I was drunk years ago and I fell on it," I replied with a grimace.

Charlie smiled and then we both got to laughing.

I also averted a disaster this morning after a bountiful breakfast. I was a good little lad and put all my dishes into the dishwasher and turned it on. They didn't have to linger in the sink for a few days. Well, water came gushing out from under the dishwasher and I quickly scrambled and turned it off. Out came the mop and bucket and I cleaned up the mess.

As Another Paige Turns...

Paige was back tonight. She's been working the booth on the gasoline portion of Kroger's business for several weeks. Dad and I were both glad to see her at the helm of a register. She has been very sorely missed.

"I am glad to be back!" she chirpily and cheerily said upon my father and I telling her how much we missed her. "Y'all are so sweet!"

I managed to spend the grand total of $78 dollars tonight and dad didn't even flinch or say a word about it. Well, when Charlie and I bought groceries a few weeks ago, I only spent $62 so that makes up for the windfall.

Kroger was once again out of milk and my father further complained to the manager on duty. Piggly Wiggly here we come in the morning. They're getting my milk business this week -- my four gallon a week habit.

I Hate Arbitrary Rules...

Newegg Always Contains Awesome

I anxiously called my father this afternoon to see if my packages from NewEgg have arrived. They were ordered last Tuesday. I just knew today was the day.

"I just brought them into the foyer from under the portico," my father told me. "One was a very big box and was very heavy,"

"That's my computer case," I told dad very excitedly. "It weighs 13 pounds. Can I come and pick them up?"

"Oh no!" dad said with a hearty and almost sinister/sadistic laugh. "You are going to have to wait until your birthday on the 12th."

I was sorely disappointed and crestfallen but I will get over it. My father also told me he had to go into work at 5 pm until closing. How that will affect our grocery trip tonight, I am unsure.

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George and I Equal Fast Friends...

It is that time of the year again where my friend and neighbor George will sit out on his carport everyday drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. I was walking out to the car to drive over and get my sodas for the day when George hollered, "Hey neighbor! What'cha doin'?" I told him I was driving to get something to drink. We talked for a few moments and then I was on my way.

Good Morning! Now Go Put On Some Clothes Befitting this Weather..

Charlie brought breakfast again this morning as he does every Sunday morning for years now. I don't think we have ever missed a Sunday of breakfast biscuits. Charlie is always worried about his hair or what is left of it when he arrives.

"You look fine!" I told good Charlie while choking back a goodhearted laugh. "Trust me!"

In my bag this morning were two bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits. I also had two hash browns and a large orange juice.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked our Charlie on this very chilly morning.

He had on shorts and a t-shirt. He assured me that he was fine. Charlie's hair was blown wild again by a brisk northerly wind as he walked to his car. I smiled as I closed my front door. I thought I heard him say a nasty word or two not befitting this blog.

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I had a surprise BBQ plate for supper...

A Fruitless Foray...

I've been down at the tracks for hours and I didn't see one train. Not one. I was sorely disappointed. I kept hoping the approach signal would turn from green to red. I wanted to stomp my feet at Johnny Otis as Horsefly often says when he is frustrated about something. If Horsefly gets extremely frustrated and angry, he will say he is going to fart on a local pastor's desk. That always gets Charlie in a stir.

We had more potted meat and saltine crackers as our snack, though. Fishin' food as my grandmother would call it. Sardines and fish steaks fit in that category as well. I love the fish steaks marinated in a mustard sauce. You can only get those at the Piggly Wiggly in this little burg in Alabama. Bring a bottle of Louisianna style hot sauce and you and I can be friends.

Please Fate, Please!

I just drove over to get my sodas for the day. I was hoping my mother would be altruistic and put more burgers on the porch with my drinks. Alas, it was not in the cards for today. I still have one more chance for burgers when my father comes tonight for the medication ritual.

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Grillin' and Chillin'

Dad grilled hamburgers last night and they were absolutely delicious. It was a long hungry wait until he arrived for our medication ritual late yesterday evening. He also fixed his family favorite baked beans. The only mar on the meal was that I didn't have any ketchup here at the house.

"I would have put some ketchup on your burgers if I knew you didn't have any," The Secretary told me worriedly.

"Just mayonnaise and mustard actually tasted pretty good," I replied.

I was in a minimalist burger mood anyway. People can put everything including the kitchen sink in their burgers these days.

Early to Bed -- Early to Rise...

My body decided this morning that 5 am would be a good time to get up. Going to bed at 9 pm certainly confounded matters. Maggie was also being a total cover hog. I hope to take a nap soon to make up for any deficit in sleep. Maggie, the little napster, stayed in the bed and rightly so. Most of these kinds of quiet and peaceful early mornings I spend dicking around with my computers.

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