Tag: mornings

Yours was the first face I saw – I think I was blind before I met you

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Good morning party people. I’m awake, my WIFI is being a bitch, and I can’t brain this morning. But that’s ok, I’ll wake up shortly, I always do.

With 48 hours until the election, the Canadian news is pretty much dominated with American election news. I’ll admit, I’m nervous about the outcome. I guess we’ll have a better idea on about 2 days.

Nothing much happened yesterday. Just a quiet day here at Shady Acres. But at least the wind has died down here. I think now, it’s just cold. Yep, just cold out there.

So I’m gonna go and enjoy some coffee, and morning chats with Crystal. Might watch a movie later, I haven’t decided yet.

I was working on the lab late one night – when my eyes beheld an eerie sight

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Happy Halloween everyone! It’s wicked windy out there today. Gusts of wind up to 90kph

And there’s snow in Rhode Island.

That’s a bunch of bullshit, man.

I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere today. It’s just so windy out there.

I gotta go and make my coffee. I’m so totally not awake yet. It was a deep sleep, but still tossy and turny. Weird dreams of moving to California and trying to figure out times to talk to Crystal. It was so strange.

Last night, I stayed up 20 minutes later than normal to finish The Historian. Wow. I’ll try to write about it this afternoon. It was good. I still have to figure out how to talk about books, without feeling like I’m spoiling the endings.

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be on your own front door*

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Weird dreams last night. Stephen King only write his first 3 or 4 books, and was just a small time short story writer. No one had heard of him. I had a book of his short stories, with like half of them missing. Crystal had written in some from memory, and that prompted me to find him, and show him all the stories that he had missed over the years. Of course Crystal saved the day with her total recall memory.

Because of these dreams, I think I’ll be pushing Brave New World back a month, and read one of Kings books of short stories. Sorry everyone that voted for Brave New World, my subconscious beats y’all out for a month.

Then there was a short dream of Puerto Rican Jesuits – a story that King was working on. Also me trying to explain The Stand to him.

It’s almost Halloween though which is pretty awesome. The only unawesome thing? On both Netflix and Amazon Prime, no Rocky Horror. On Prime, I could rent it. Just another day, until Crystal gets here.

Are Puerto Rican Jesuits even a thing? I’m not really sure.

Weird, weird dreams. I can’t believe I can still remember them.

* blog title just for Crystal. Happy Friyay babes. Sorry about the snow that’s been forecasted. If it makes you feel better you and Stephen King got a long really well.

So come on baby, come on over – let me be the one to hold you.

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You can tell it’s getting closer to Halloween, the fog is starting to creep in. It’s very foggy out. Hopefully, it’s not a killer fog.

Slept ok. At one point too hot. At another point way too cold. Then at another point, just right. Sometimes tossy, sometimes turny. But it was a pretty good sleep over all.

Got my flu shot yesterday. My arm hurts, it’ll probably fall off later. I hope it doesn’t. But, i can’t promise anything.

I never know how to end these. Lol. It always seems so abrupt. So today, I’ll just say only a couple more days, you can make it. I love you lots.

He never hit the brakes when he was shifting gears

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It’s day two of above freezing, and all the snow is almost melted. Circle of life, and all that.

I had a pretty good sleep. Tossed and turned a lot, but even with that, it was still a good sleep. I don’t think I woke up too many time through out the night. That’s a good thing.

Coffee is brewing.

Today I believe, after lunch, we’re heading into SlightlyBiggerTown for groceries, med run, and for flu shots. I can guarantee that my paperwork won’t be pre filled out, and if it’s the same questions, the pharmacy staff won’t appreciate me asking if I’m pregnant. And I know the RPH won’t understand when I say I hate needles. So I’ll probably keep quiet. But then the fun will happen, I can complain that my arm will fall off, and that I have the flu, and I’m dying.

Coffee is ready. Happy Wednesyay!