And wondering why I’m still awake. Okay, so I had to clean the kitchen first, and that led to some other things that were out of place and those led to others that led to, well, now it’s time to get up and I haven’t gone down yet. And even worse, there is a pile of stuff still out of place to be put away. I’m afraid to put it away though because I already know there will be more stuff every place I turn and eventually I’ll wind down and probably just collapse where my batteries run out of juice which could be in a closet or under some furniture or even scrubbing those flower pots that are soaking in the bath tub. I might never be found or heard from again! It could be like that old song from so long ago I’ve forgotten the words, something about the man who never returned after boarding the subway in Boston. On the other hand, that would assure my getting some real rest, so it wouldn’t be all bad. Think I’ll eat first though.
Now, if my computer will cooperate, I’m gonna talk a little bit about the good old dn of Highway 81 of my dreams. So hard to realize so many of them are gone whilente those of us still here are going strong — except in isolated cases when these cotton pickin electronics take over and try to rule my life. And it just ate half of my content before kicking me back to my sign-in screen, Don’t feel like fighting a battle of wills with a