Drumming

Four glorious hours of World Cup Final with the surround sound pumping up the atmosphere to the twosome on the couch.  And now the brain threatens to shut down from faitgue.  Not a direct consequence.  An after effect of fitful sleep and an ultimately failed attempt at keeping up with SNL.  Not since student days in UBC have I been able to keep hours past the witching hour.  Long gone are the days when the body could take hitting the books till the wee hours.  The wear and tear are just too much to bear.  The power nap would not come to relieve the heaviness.

Don't understand the weariness.  Morning seemed beautiful - was out in the yard with the Man admiring the flowers and enjoying the glorious weather.  Soccer was exciting (although the game was not the best of World Cup finals).

So not looking forward to the trip to Houston.  I am so reluctant to pack.  Waste of time to burn two days travelling just so one can spend two days locked up in a "workshop".  Not with all the other stuff still hanging around one's neck and the messages in the inbox piling up mercilessly.  But politically, it just seemed like being caught in a rock and a hard place.

WIsh the eyes would just light up.  Maybe an attempt to distract the half man from his dragon will do the trick.  The altercation will fire up the blood.