Got this from Ol’ Broad, who got it from Tena:
In the coming new year, both Groundhog Day and the State of the Union address occur on the same day. It is an ironic juxtaposition of events: one involves a meaningless ritual in which we look to an insignificant creature of little intelligence for prognostication,
while the other involves a groundhog.
Good News: I’m not dreaming of Sara anymore.
Bad News: I’m so tired that I fall asleep before everyone else, which kind of pinches the family time in the evening.
Ecstatic news: This is the last week before Christmas.
I’m pretty sure that if I had not already been worn to the nub from not sleeping well, I would be in much better shape now, for the final push. As it is, I feel like a sleepwalker.
In case I don’t post between now and then, Merry Christmas to you ALL.
Chat ya later…
Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!
Working today, joining the ranks of a particular Bullseye-themed store by wearing a red polo to work. No, I haven’t changed jobs, I’m still at the best toy store in the valley, but wearing red.
Don’t forget to thank a Vet for their service!
Chat ya later…
Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!
Please take this day to at least remember, if not personally thank, those who gave all or stood tall on that Day of Infamy, 69 years ago today.
But you better hurry – the Pearl Harbor Survivors, a fraternity that started out 18,000 strong, is down to 3000 members, mostly in their eighties and nineties. They are consolidating their divisions from eight to four. And their stories are dying with them.
I’ve been having a recurring dream over the last several nights. In the middle of the night (in my dream, not necessarily by the clock) I am awakened by the scratching of a dog on the bed – their signal that they want to get up on the bed with us, but don’t want to upset anyone already on the bed. I can’t open my eyes, I can’t move, I can’t get up – but I can tell, I know, that it is Sara. And I can’t get up to get her on the bed. This alternates with a dream that Sara is scratching at the back door and I can’t get up to let her out.
And I physically wake up, and miss her, and can’t get back to sleep for a while.
