It has been a long time since I slept so long and so well.

I went to sleep at about 15:00 yesterday, and slept until Karen came to bed about 24:00. I got up, smoked and checked e-mail. Lacee was laying on the couch when I go up and went into the computer room... but when I went to the bathroom she was gone. She just loves sleeping with grandma, but she knows that she can't if I'm there.

Her plans were foiled, however... after being up about an hour, I went back to bed... and moved her in to Kims bed. She was not happy, but went right back to sleep anyway.

And I slept another six hours, getting up about 07:00. Patrick and Brian, who is visiting for the weekend, were up and already raising hell.

And I still feel like I could sleep another 18 hours or so, I'm just bone-weary for some reason. Probably from having to work so damned hard the last two nights at work.

Not to change the subject... but after all, I can if I want to... when I was a young pup and had a hot car, I thought that all of the old(er) people were looking at me in admiration and envy of my youth and exuberance when I squealed my tires and sped away from the scene. Now I know better. They were actually thinking, "I hope that sonovabitch wraps that f**king car around a telephone pole and dies a slow death!"

At least, that's what this old guy thinks when he sees people behaving thusly...

Tomorrow is supposed to be cool and blustery... another not-a-good-day-for-fishing days. It seems like all of my days off lately have been that way... yesterday was, naturally, perfect. And I was incapable of doing anything. Today is not too bad, but cooler and cloudier. And I don't feel like doing anything today, either.

After last weekend, I decided that I'm not going to do anything strenuous or dangerous or meticulous without being well rested. I don't know, but it seems that I hurt myself more easily while in such a state. Thinking back on my last several eye injuries, they have occurred when I was up over 24 hours... my eyelids just get slow, along with the rest of me. Blepharobradia, such a condition would be called. My ten years of teaching medical terminology have served me well. I can make up words with the best of them... but it took me ten minutes to remember the root for eyelid. O'well, it was there anyway.

Karen was getting on me for posting such gloomy-looking self-portraits, so todays is just for her...