What I Like......

...about being home again.

1) Well, being with Lynda, of course.... she's changing, I'm changing, we're evolving. Looking after one another.... knowing how things ought to be. No holding back now.
2) Having extra time today to put some things away.... sorting clothes into dresser drawers and rearranging those hanging in the closet. Chucking the worn out duds; even the '94 Pink Floyd tour shirt - boo-hoo Division Bell.
3) Waking today to find one cat sleeping in front of me, one tucked behind my legs and Freedom snoozing on the floor beside the bed. We've moved the bedroom to the basement - the bed beside the lower patio doors. One mainfloor bedroom is being used for a dressing room; the other left for visitors staying over.
4) Having it feel like 'home'. The townhouse was a place to hang my hat, eat occasionally and sleep. I doubt it would ever have felt homelike. 'Home is where the heart is.'

I received an email the other day that wished me 'enough'; you may have seen it. That is what this list is for today - enough. Which is much better than the alternative, isn't it?

Flip-Flop

Ever have an entire post written, re-read it and then drive the editing stake right through it's heart.... killing it dead and hitting the delete button. Just because you didn't like the tone of it?? I just did.

This has been a very strange day for me mood-wise. Started off well and happy, got a little tense, swung down, talked a couple of things out, lightened up.... now I'm dithering about with a sense of foreboding hanging in the air. Odd.

In the past I've found it easy to get caught up in 'big world' issues and allowed myself to be negatively affected by them. Today, briefly, the same thing happened after watching the evening news - gold prices down, fuel prices up, shortages of food, recession in the offing, big layoff locally at GM, politicians mouthing platitudes.......what's going on? where is all this leading? what does the future hold?

I need to do my best imitation of a turtle for awhile in regard to all 'that stuff' if I want to keep a semblance of sanity. Stay away from mainstream media. My circle of influence sometimes extends as far as my line of sight but is usually restricted to arms reach or the range of my voice. The future will be whatever it will be; I need to concentrate on enjoying *now*. I get to choose how I perceive my world; sometimes I need to remind myself of that fact.

Just Because I Can.....

.... and I haven't for a long time now..... mentioned Jeff Beck that is.

A little night music.

Aahhh; a little better now.

Do The Limbo.......

... and miscellany.....

Limbo because ... shazaam! I've moved! Well, mostly; thus the limbo. Early Sunday I headed for the townhouse to pack up the computer, break down the sound system and continue with the other packing. Some of the big pieces of furniture are staying so that is keeping things simple. By the time I came to work tonight most of my day-to-day stuff and clothes had made it from one address to the other.

Maybe I should back up a bit because I don't think I've explained this before..... hmmmm. My boarder is staying; he is a friend of stepson #3. SS #3 and I are doing the switcheroo - I move back to the house; he leaves the house to move into the townhouse. So, like I said some furniture stays as does all the kitchen wares and sundries. A lot of my possessions will stay there in the basement to be sorted through as I'm able. Lynda and I will either assimilate it into the house, keep it stored there or toss it.

Miscellany:
Lynda's wedding band re-appeared on her ring finger a couple of days after our anniversary dinner in much the same fashion as her engagement ring had a couple of months ago. Now I'm not the most romantic guy in the world but I would have liked to have had a little ceremony around that event - just the two of us. I didn't bother to make an issue of it but I'm supposing she thought that if she could come to the decision to remove them when she did, she could just as easily decide to start wearing them again.

There have been a few reasons why I haven't posted here much lately. Mainly I've been busy preparing for the move when I haven't been at work. Secondly, I've continued to be marginally ill. Specifically I have bronchitis again and although my cold symptoms are gone I have a wide ranging malaise. In plain English - I feel like crap but not in any definite overt sorts of ways. Go figure. Third, my tendency is to blab all over here whenever anything significant happens but I'm getting better about that...... honest. I had some bad news last week that has set me back on my heels and I'm mulling this one over long and hard. It might be shared here eventually; I'll see how it plays out and what my perceptions are about it.

On the 'good-news front'.... Woo-Hoo!! New blog-pal Amuirin of 'Stop and Wander' included me in her online springtime meet-and-greet of new blog acquaintances.:here. The mysterious 'Bobble-head' connection is a product of Amuirin's fertile (feral, fetid, febrile alliterative) imagination, I swear! Via my site meter I see a couple of the others mentioned have paid a visit - welcome!! Note to self - expand the blogroll!!! - there are a ton of talented writers and photographers out there.

At last night's meeting a young woman I had come to know celebrated her first year of sobriety. When we first met she was still living in a supported, structured environment following injuries sustained at the hands of her former boyfriend. She spent over a month in a coma, endured several surgeries and resultant recuperation and rehabilitation periods. At that time she was disconnected, unsure and fearful; now, although her recovery from her injuries is not yet complete, she is transformed in all sorts of positive ways and is proving to be an example for many. Come tonight I get to present a one medallion to one of the guys I sponsor, recognizing his first year as well.

Work, Work, Work....

I haven't been around 'these here parts' because things have been busy but I'll get back to regular posting when I'm able.

My health is improving; meds are working on yet another round of bronchitis. I'm splitting my time between houses and not accomplishing too much at either place. My boss called and asked me to do a couple of relief shifts, yesterday and today, so I'm hopping. Back to my regular shift Sunday night....

I really need to find time for more packing!!! The move is coming all too soon.

A Wee Bit Overdue....

Spring time, that is.....

Just a couple of weeks ago we were still freezing our butts off but we seem to have turned the corner now. Saturday evening driving to work was positively HOT!! There has been no time to adjust and let the blood thin. Mine is still the consistency of molasses, fer gawd sakes.

In these parts the very first flowers are blooming - crocuses and daffodils. Tulip stalks are up but I haven't seen any flowers as yet. Buds on the trees are appearing but actual leaves are a long way off. Everything is a good 2 to 3 weeks behind schedule this year.

Here is a sight for sore eyes - green grass!!! Haven't seen that since November when it turned brown; then it was buried for the duration in December with a thick blanket of snow. Awesome!

Yesterday following my service meeting I hooked up with Lynda for the balance of the afternoon, dinner and the evening. This morning I looked after Milo for a few hours and then came back to begin sorting and packing. (I have a very hard time deciding what I really need to keep and what is okay to ditch) I've made some headway; a start. This is break-time... such as it is... before I fire something up for dinner and head off to my regular meeting.

Lynda called awhile ago to see if I want join her driving way across the city tomorrow evening to surprise L'il O and take him out for dinner & have a visit. That's the best idea she's had in ..... a matter of hours. O's mom recently got him registered to start school in the fall. Lord, they get big in a hurry. It doesn't seem that long since he was being carried out of the delivery room for his introduction to 'the world'.

I should have enough time to check a few friend's blogs if I'm quick about it - gotta go.

Back To Regular Programming....

....no sex here..... nothing to be seen..... move along now....

Just another couple of hours before my workweek is finally over. It was even a shortened one with those couple of sick days and it still seemed long. Ah well, feeling better now anyway. Funny - you quit smoking and colds don't linger on. Think there might be a connection here???? In my off work hours I've been in bed....period.....resting... trying to be rid of the cold and it seems to be working.

Lately I've kept a low profile (mostly) by reading a ton o'blogs and not commenting (by and large). I'm constantly amazed at how much good writing and photography there is out there. Before logging on here I had a look at the site meter - hello Kansas; thanks for stopping in. Nice photos, but you didn't answer my question. Pushy damned Canadians, eh?

I posted recently about my perceived pressure to pack up and move quickly back to the house. We had a chat about that and it has been relieved somewhat. It's still a.s.a.p. but in a manageable, do-able way.

Saturday night's outside meeting was at my g'friend Audrey's homegroup so I let her in on the news about Lynda and I, and thanked her for her prayers on our behalf. She was pleased for us and recommended we look to the future and enjoy the present - leave past issues behind.

On arriving back here at 'the house' I found an email from one of the guys I sponsor. He'd just got back into town from Atlanta Saturday morning; by now he ought to be in Montreal. He receives a medallion a week from Monday in recognition of his first year of sobriety. In his email he was reflecting back on what his life was like just before he arrived for treatment.... and how he's willing to do anything to not return to that state of being. Recovery can be a remarkable thing to witness - the changes in him are incredible.

My sleep time Sunday will be foreshortened as I have to be up and in attendance at a committee meeting very early in the afternoon; I might get 5 hours if I'm lucky. The rest of the day will play out the way it's supposed to......

Later.

LIVE SEX SHOW ! ! ! !

Bwwaahhaaaahh!!! Made ya look!

So much for truth in advertising.... a guy I knew slightly back in high school was a member of a band by that name. They toured for years back and forth across this province playing to all sorts of rooms, large and small. Imagine, on road-side signs and club marquees, "Saturday night at 9:00 on our stage - Live Sex Show!!!" They were always assured of having 'perverts row' filled to capacity and even got some of the moral majority crowd out making sure there was no 'live sex show' happening. Senility must be setting in; I've no idea what brought that to mind but thought I'd share it.

I'm back at work tonight though I'm not feeling 100% great about being here. These last few days have proven to be the greatest amount of time I've spent at my place since I moved there last July. Strange times, too. I'd be up for 6 or 8 hours, get tired and be back in bed for 8, 10, 12 hours at a stretch. Get back up, eat, drink, noodle around on the computer, watch some crappy tv, get weary and head back to bed. Very disorienting time-wise -- nice that I wasn't really tied to the clock.

Earlier tonight I did something I hadn't done for quite awhile - spent about an hour on the line with a woman seeking treatment for her ongoing abuse of alcohol. (The phone lines go hot and cold; sometimes you'll have a rash of calls in a short period of time, then they go quiet for awhile.) She was alternating between being together and lucid, then getting very upset, crying and incoherent - full of shame, dread and frustration. I was able to get her to copy down some info to follow up on later today and settle her enough that she thought she'd be able to get some rest.

Eyeful Of Moon..

We're being treated tonight to a beautiful haloed moon. Depending on your monitor you may be able to make out the branches of the tree I was shooting through; and the brilliance of the moon from the graduation of it's halo.

The weather has improved drastically in the last couple of days with the high tomorrow expected to be nudging 70F with sunny skies.

I've taken it really easy again today and taken another sick day. That should be my quota for the next 10 years. Back on the job tomorrow night. The day wasn't a total waste - I cooked for a change, cleaned through the ground floor and straightened up some things.

I looked meaningfully at piles of papers that I will need to sort through before I move; didn't touch them of course...... but they know their days are numbered.

Lynda stopped to pick some things up for me and dropped them off here so we had a quicky visit before she headed for home. I had word today from cuz BJ that Fave Uncle was sent home from hospital already - amazing!

At my home group, for the next 3 weeks running, we'll be celebrating 1 year medallions - Todd, Steve and PJ all went through the 'house' at about the same time. Steve is one of the guys I sponsor; all 3 are enjoying the benefits of ongoing sobriety.

Offed....

So, for the first time in recall I've taken a sick day / night off work. I spent the day in bed and then pampered myself lazing about on the computer checking friend's sites.... watching tv shows and news....... all the while pounding back lots of tea, chocolate, cereal, popcorn.... basically anything I had a mind to munch on or drink.

With a bit of luck and good management I'm hoping I can nail this virus by resting a lot, pushing liquids and taking the appropriate meds. Having been up for 7 or 8 hours I'm exhausted again and heading for bed nice and early.

Meant to mention... I caught an episode of 'The Actor's Studio' on Bravo the other day where Jodie Foster was interviewed. The lady is one of my favourite actors. Great interview!!

Had a good, long phone conversation earlier with Lynda - things are good.

5 weeks smoke free today. I guess that isn't news anymore, is it? (easier by the day)

Anyway..... Better day tomorrow........

What's In The Offing??

I have a sneaking suspicion I am coming down with something. My boarder got very sick a few days ago and now I'm feeling unwell - sore throat and ears, woozy, more fatigued than usual despite spending the entire day in bed. So, if should be absent here, I'll be occupied keeping myself to myself. Lots of rest, liquids, vitamin C and ibuprofen, I know.....
Later...

I'm Drawn.....

A friend sent me a link to someone's blog posting which features this video and I found it to be fascinating.
Interesting enough that I forwarded it to a couple of people to see how they reacted to it and what they thought.
Interesting enough that I spent a few minutes tracking down the original site to see where it had come from.
Interesting enough that I've now watched it 4 times and probably will again.

Check it out for yourself: http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/229

Tongue Planted....

.... firmly in cheek.

'The Only Constant Is Change'.

That statement is more an awareness, a recognition.... rather than an ongoing embracement and welcoming of circumstance. (BTW, it is also the principal search term that brings hits to this blog)

So, in concert with that, is the acknowledgement that I am indeed human. I like a certain amount of 'sameness', of routine, certitude. I also like to put a good deal of preparation into 'the big stuff', lots of thought, I ponder all the options. Snappy decisions aren't my forte.... and I ain't as young as I used to be.

To digress.... Lynda and I had our anniversary dinner a little late; Saturday night to be exact. It was a great time, wonderful company, savoury food, lots of shared memories and lively talk. Between our 'before', 'during' and 'after' dinner talks we managed to hash out some reunification plans; how to re-arrange the house, how to re-blend possessions, what to be rid of... and then we got to talking about the 'when' of it.

It seems that now we're in agreement on things I'm wanted on deck post haste, a.s.a.p., pronto, NOW! ... and hey! it's nice to be wanted and all... but it's too much work to do overnight. I'll just have to tackle the sorting, chucking and packing as best I can, a room at a time. Look....there.... in the near future ... a heckofayard sale!!!

After exercising lots of patience I wasn't prepared to suddenly rush.... and you're likely thinking, 'Lord, will nothing make this man happy? even what he wants?'

People are strange. I ought to know; I am one.

Mixed Bag o'Nuts...

This has been a strange week so far. I've concentrated on getting whatever rest I can so I feel like I'm slacking on the one hand. Things otherwise have been busy so I've been pretty occupied so it's a case of push / pull. There hasn't been a lot of time or effort expended here which I feel bad about; I do generally try to post regularly (if not daily).

There are a few blog friend's either on holiday or mini-hiatus so I suppose I shouldn't feel too bad.

The REALLY BIG NEWS is things are moving quickly with Lynda and I - I will likely have moved back to the house within 4 or 5 weeks; perhaps, if everything goes really well, by May 1st. We had quite a chat last night when she got off work and we're ironing things out, one thing at a time. She and I appear to be operating on the same wavelength once again.

Planning and working toward that move may keep me from devoting much time here, too. There will be a lot of sorting and pitching of possessions rather than blindly trotting it all back across town.

The non-smoking is getting easier on a daily basis - a little better each day (although I continue to get intermittent urges). Today is day 31. I have a friend who is engaged in a quit of their own and I haven't heard lately how they are doing - best wishes heading your way!!

Fave Uncle's surgery went well and latest word has him recuperating on track.

I'm off to take in a meeting. G'night.

Big, Old Crazy World...

...with thanks to John Prine.

I don't often watch TV, or pick up a newspaper for that matter, but every once in a while I have a yen to catch up on whatever is going on out there. After having done so I can bury my head again for a month or two knowing everything will trundle along just the way it is supposed to quite nicely without my input, influence or even noticing. So - a few points of note...

The world waits and watches for developments following the elections in Zimbabwe. With no results being reported publicly more than a week after the fact suspicions grow regarding vote fixing by Mugabe and his supporters. Will they walk away?? Does the future hold a smooth transition of power?? Do the people face civil war??

The Olympic Torch Relay has turned into an organized protest PR fiasco with no winners. Not the protesters, not Beijing nor China and certainly not the Tibetan people. This is one situation where protest may worsen the circumstance it hopes to improve. What are the determinants of successful protest? Now ex-patriate Chinese nationals are protesting the way western media are handling the story.

Kudos!! Bob Dylan has been awarded an honorary Pulitzer prize; a first for anyone involved in popular music. - a ‘Special’ Pulitzer “for his profound impact on popular music and American culture, marked by lyrical compositions of extraordinary poetic power.” I know; my bias is showing but..... BLOODY WELL ABOUT TIME !!! Now go listen to his latest CD 'Modern Times'.

As noted on her own blog 'Miss Music Nerd' takes our national radio broadcaster CBC Radio 2 to task for seriously messing with their programming. After having devoted years and years to good programming which brought about an informed listening audience the powers that be have decided to 'dumb it down' to make it more accessible to the masses. I'm a pretty recent devotee and I'm more than a little cheesed off ..... I couldn't agree more with those posting to the R2 blogs to air their grievances. Please keep the mandarins meddling little fingers off the Lord's Prayer lest it be all f*cked up, too. (Nice to have you listening from across the border MMN - we'll have to wait and see how this plays out)

On a personal level - nice of you to ask..... I've laid myself low today - not feeling 100%; a little flu-ish. Got up later than intended and managed to get a few loads of laundry out of the way. Had two calls from my boss - the first to see if I could work one of those 26 hour overnight shifts on Friday; the second; a last minute request for me to work tomorrow. Yessir and yessir, two bags full. So much for my plan tonight to spend it with Lynda........
Cousin BJ and I have been anxiously awaiting any word about Fave Uncle's bypass surgery - it's awfully late in the day and no word as yet, dammit.
Oh, for anyone keeping track it's 4 weeks today smoke free; WOO-HOO!!!! The insomnia is still in full force but I had a couple of good chemically induced sleep sessions. Had to - I was beginning to see 'stuff' - not good. Maybe that will kick me out of this rut though and allow me to get to sleep naturally.

Recollections....

Memories.... what trigger them?? An incident long forgotten came flooding back earlier tonight... prompted by ?? thinking initially about our current pets ??. Triggered by a post by lazybuddhist about her cats intruding upon her meditation practice. There is no real connection, of course, just haphazard mental wanderings..... and my incident was a painful one not amusing. Physically, emotionally and mentally.

We had, for a time, a Jack Russell terrier called Bandit. Generally speaking Bandit was a good dog but he wasn't 'wired' quite right and would have occasional violent episodes. Without provocation he would become a frenzied ball of flashing teeth and snapping jaws. Back when I was drinking, and drinking very heavily, Bandit would sometimes not 'recognize' me. From his view my body had become inhabited by some foreign force, an alien being and so, would ambush and attack me, as he would any stranger, by throwing his body against my shins or darting and snapping at my ankles.

Back at this time my kids would come spend every other weekend with us and I was generally successful at moderating my drinking while they were there. On this occasion just my son had come out and for one reason or another I went overboard with the drinks; I was hammered. My tolerance was very high so I must have had quite a lot more than I was used to. He was 10 or 11 years old and had been in bed that night sleeping for a few hours. I realized just how drunk I was and decided it was time to go to bed myself. As I stumbled past Bandit he lunged at me and connected - his teeth, my forearm. Hurt and startled I reacted by swinging at him - he yelped, retaliated in full attack mode. Darting, snapping, ripping .... I was a mess, blood everywhere ..... woke the house yelling, cursing and thrashing about.

Bandit retreated after a couple of minutes; by then Lynda and my son were there tending to me and the lot of us made it to an upstairs bathroom. High emotion - lots of confusion - talking over one another. Running cold water on my many cuts, hands wouldn't stop the heavy tremors, bright red blood swirling down the drain, forcing my gorge down, trying to maintain the appearance of being in control, fighting to not faint. I knew I didn't want to go to hospital in the condition I was in; couldn't drive and didn't want to be taken. I really needed a number of stitches to repair the tears in my flesh. What to do?? Lynda was thoroughly disgusted and badly shaken, crying - she went to bed.

My lasting impression is the expression on my son's face while he pressed the sides of the gashes together and I wielded the tube of Crazy Glue tacking them closed. Looking like he wanted very badly to burst into tears but focused equally intently on the task at hand in order not to. Big boys don't cry - attaboy. Thanks. Off to bed now. You must be tired. Yeah, me too - right after this drink I will. Steady my nerves a bit. g'night.

Welcome!!

I may be mistaken but I have one small reason to believe Kel has arrived stateside.

Welcome to North America Kelly. Enjoy your reunion and exploration of a great city.

Would that circumstance had allowed a face-to-face meeting...........

I'm looking forward to your posts detailing your trip.

Name That Tune......

...... 'What a long, strange trip it's been....'

Anyone who has been a reader here for a time knows what this past year (and a bit) have been like... lots of ups and downs, some chaos, periods of upset, a little insanity, plenty of try.... break up, buy a place, move out, maintain contact, allow the madness to dissipate, the emotions to return, invest in trust again, talk, help one another, care....

So, please join in wishing Lynda and I a happy 10th wedding anniversary. We've made it; sort of.
I had invited Lynda over for dinner this evening but she hadn't felt well for the last couple of days and had started preparing dinner by the time I managed to get her on the phone - I cleaned up and joined her at the house. For a change we had the place to ourselves; her son had roused himself from hibernation and actually left the house, oh my!!, and the boarder had left for work.

We're standing in the kitchen waiting for dinner to finish cooking, Lynda pours a glass of wine and we get into this conversation......

I do want a life together, a real marriage, a love......

I know you struggle with words of expression but I need to hear how and what you feel. I need to know I matter to you; that you want to be with me, too.

I don't want to settle for being together because it's 'comfortable', our situation is a 'known'.

All the practical details are on the table for discussion..... Who is moving where, and when??...... what is being kept; what to abandon? what about the money and finances and properties? ... what are the conditions we're agreeing to; or conversely - screw the conditions and lets just go for it; jump back into the pool.

Lynda's shaking her head, throat is tightening, eyes welling, struggling to speak.... I say, 'Want some help?' She nods. 'You love me.' She nods again and dissolves into a tight embrace holding me close and crying softly. 'You're sorry.' More shaking of her head. 'Me, too.'

Tough lady.

I'm taking her out to our favourite restaurant on Sunday night for a late dinner and a look back at all our years together.

Oh yeah - the lyric is from the 'Grateful Dead's' "Truckin'".

Giftage......

There's nothing like a surprise to make your day; to know that someone was thinking of you and went to a bit of trouble on your behalf. While the coffee was brewing today I checked my mailbox and found a package from cousin BJ. We have a shared interest in a particular world figure and when she saw a magazine with a featured article on them she bought us both a copy and sent me one. Whattagal - thanks beejay. We're lucky to share our connection.

Being Still....

... and still around.

Hanging about spectating,... following links,... reading up on friend's blogs,... checking out all the great writing and photos.

When it's evident where someone is from I check out the town, city, area - expanding my terms of reference, my knowledge base. Learning bits and pieces, 'stuff'....

Sometimes my world seems small as I haven't travelled much in recent years ... a road trip would be good some day soon. There's the June Vancouver trip to look forward to, too.

This hasn't been a great week for me where it comes to writing. There have been a couple of themes running through my mind but they don't seem to be gelling into anything substantial. Perhaps a rough draft to see what comes together..... I'll see.

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From time to time I've mentioned cousin BJ here; and occasionally our 'Fave Aunt'. Over the last few days there have been emails flying back and forth as BJ keeps me informed about ongoing medical tests being run on 'Fave Uncle'. They are the youngest of their generation and so closest in age to BJ and I. Seems Unca is in need of bypass surgery, but quick..... he's getting the best possible care in a timely, proactive way. Fingers crossed, and arms, toes, legs.... positive vibes and prayers homing in on him.... and her.

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At an outside meeting tonight a guy I know who isn't 'quite right' began cursing out a bunch of members, men and women, over an incident that had happened the previous evening. Things went along getting worse and worse until he crossed the line from simple anger into rage. His language and manner were getting more and more threatening so I eventually intervened else I'm sure he would have blown. I got him to drop it, he walked inside and when I followed a few minutes later he had picked things up once again with someone else. Again into the fray, got him to disengage and walked him outside and around the parking lot. I was glad when he decided to leave but you can be sure I kept an eye on the entrance during the meeting in case he returned. It was the first display of his anger issues I'd seen since his release from jail a couple of years ago. Sober but still a bit nuts unfortunately.

One More Thing..... Or Two

Anytime I was awake or up yesterday the wind was just ahowlin' out of the west. It blew through here like a brand new broom - cleared that warmish, wet weather right on out of here. There was a 20 deg C drop in temps from 14 yesterday morning to -6 through tonight - crazy. With a few flurries to boot; nice.

And another thing - lately it hasn't been too conducive to taking any pictures but just as soon as things improve, even the slightest... well, you'll see some colour here. (instead of these squiggly little black lines on a white background) Wouldn't that be nice?

Oh, my visitor yacked my ear off for over an hour, got tired and laid himself down on a couch for a sleep. Damned alcoholics, bothering you at all hours of the day and night - glad he hadn't been drinking though. He left me just enough time to get at one more important email; good timing Scotty.

If anything else occurs to me that needs sharing it'll have to wait. Bed's acalling. G'day.

Break-Time....

Funny, this not sleeping business. Many years ago my MD told me, 'No one ever died from lack of sleep, you know.' Yes, I do know but.... It's really starting to interfere ... prevent me from doing things I normally do. Like write here.

Last night here at work I fought to stay awake which is a complete rarity. I did finally get a sound sleep today but had to be up early to run my boarder around town. When we were done and back home I headed back to bed for another couple of hours rest. Completely wacked and wonky. Being Tuesday I didn't have to be at work as early but even then I was slow to fully waken and get with it. I bore down and hit the ground running, getting my work out of the way early. That gave me the opportunity to catch up on a couple of important emails; there are still a couple to go.

The one shining moment of the day was when we were running errands we had to drop by the house to pick something up. Lynda had just arrived home from work so that was good for a quick hug & nuzzle.....makes for a long week when there's no time together.

On the way to work I made a quick pit-stop at the 'other' evil empire - Home Depot - to pick up replacement parts for our broken, but thankfully, still functional toilet. I'm hoping that if I leave the parts in close proximity they will leap into the tank and assemble themselves. What are the chances, d'ya suppose??

Hmmm. Jane Siberry's 'Mimi On The Beach' on the radio. Great vocal presentation; nice guitar work. Wonder if it's on Youtube? 'Stand up, Mimi - stand up.' Whoops, got off on a tangent there and wasn't able to find a full version of it - damn.

Gotta go - a former client is dropping in.