Newscoma

Yesterday, Freezertroll, Elizabeth and I worked hard on a project for The Powers That Be where I think we were pretty successful in making some positive steps moving forward. Elizabeth has a background in setting up pages and so I enlisted her to help out. Just wanted to say that I’m lucky to be around such wonderful, positive people. Kind of a public thank you going on here.

Last night, I went out to eat. I had a hankering for ribs. Northwest Tennessee has a wonderful way with BBQ, if you didn’t know. Alas, my plans were thwarted because A.) there were no ribs and B.) I probably would have to hire a dentist to follow me around with a 13 lb. box of dental floss if I kept this up.

The broken tooth takes no prisoners.

With this said, last night something happened that doesn’t usually happen. I died. Oh, Summer Solstice, how you apparently made me sleep the sleep of the vampire as I conked out.  Seriously, the best sleep I’ve had in over two months. When this happens, I wake up somewhat surprised, checking my neck for two small yet discreet puncture wounds. As a weird sleep, it’s just not normal for me to  sleep that well. On Wednesday night, I slept for about four hours.

Last night, Wham.

Now I never say I sleep like a baby. I have been around babies. They don’t always sleep that well for any length of time. They look very sweet when they are out and you can just hear sighs of “Ahhh, isn’t that cute” sound that comes out of fans of babies. Of course, the oldest niece would scream when her eyes were open. She was a sweet baby, but man did she have a set of lungs. And as the moves into her tweens, she hasn’t changed. A boy walks down the road, the “Squees” are released in a flood of shrill noise that I believe has rendered my dog, Mabel, deaf. I know it has me. (Note to self: It will just get worse. Keep large supply of Bass beer on hand to deal with sonic noises of pre-teens when boys are involved.)

Not much going on this Friday morning as we got a lot done yesterday so I’m going into the office and continue a research project we are working on. Wish me luck. I’m meeting with TPTB this afternoon. Then I’m going swimming. I’ll be like a five-year-old as I love to swim. It’s the only athletic thing I can do. Yeah, I look like hell in a swimsuit according to some people who want me to take alli but I’m not going to do it. I pride myself in not pooping in public.

It’s something, after 41 years on this planet, I’ve perfected.

So, I’ll swim and laugh and just embrace the day. It should be a good one.