Dammit, it's just beyond me why I can't seem to get up in the mornings this week. Last night I went to bed early, just like I said that I would. It took me a good while to go to sleep, though, and I wakened about 02:00, unable to breathe through the C-PAP. Got up, went to the bathroom and then I lay on my back when I got back to bed until my nostrils cleared enough to go to sleep again. But I don't think that I ever really *went* back to sleep... y'know, that weird sensation that you get when you're going to sleep, that hypnotic state? I think that lasted for the rest of the night for me. And it seems like that should be fun, but if that's what was going on, it really wasn't. And it definitely didn't make for a restful sleep, either. So tonight I'm gonna try going to sleep early again, maybe it'll work this time. Today at work was weird... like, we weren't busy at all during the morning, and then we weren't really busy this afternoon either. Not that I'm complaining, mind you... well, I guess that I will complain a little bit... I was the runner today, and about wore my legs out in spite of the slackness of the day. The weather remains funny here... had to scrape some pretty thick frost off of my windshield this morning, and then on the way to work I passed through a neighborhood and I noticed that there were sheets and plastic bags all over the place. At first I thought that there had been a windstorm or something, then I realized that people had covered up their plants against the cold... duh. It's supposed to gradually warm up and then be beautiful this weekend. I'm hoping to get some yard work done, and some painting too. Kim is finally home, and we're kidless now, and I'm OK with that. She brought Karen and me Final Four T-shirts, kinda cool. Karen is *so* happy about the war and her BabyBush, she thinks that a few Iraqis standing around cheering makes it all worth while... if either of us were serious about our politics, we could never live in the same house, or probably even in the same town. But I love her anyway. And she loves me, too... but I do have to tone down on dissin' BabyBush around her, I don't want to stretch my luck. When I say that neither of us are really serious about our politics, I meant that as a distraction, of course. I'm dead serious, I just don't want Karen to find out. And she reads here often enough to where I should know better than to say stuff like that, heh. One of my co-workers made some salsa using Karen's recipe and brought it in today. It was situated by the door... the door that I had to go in and out of a hundred times today. And yeah, I ate too much of it. It's not the salsa that's bad for me, just the chips, lotsa carbs in chips. All in all, though, I'm probably OK for the day. In the Mail: On the shelf: