Gentle winds that blow So, I'm not a poet. I knew that, now the world does. I did get a good night's sleep finally, though. And I didn't go in until 08:00, so I snoozebarred much longer than usual. It was nice. After all, if you don't know that you're sleeping late while you're doing it, where's the fun? And work was decent today, for a change. We celebrated Cinco de Mayo, and I had Karen make some of her famous salsa yesterday that I took in today. That stuff's expensive, it is, and O so good! And it is a beautiful day, light southerly breezes, about 80°F or so, perfect for sitting out on the deck and smoking a cigar and drinking a big glass of whisky and coke. Except that I'm quitting smoking (yes, again). Let's see how long that lasts this time. I am annoyed with myself on that account, it's been almost a year since I started back again, a prime time to quit, right? Yeah, anytime is a prime time to quit, ain't it? I'm looking forward to this weekend, it seems like forever since we actually had a weekend with nothing planned. I really need some down time, I do, and so does Karen. She's going to the Cosmosphere tomorrow with Lacee's class, they're taking two busses down, and she's in charge of seven eleven-year-old girls. Myself, I'd much rather be working, but she loves stuff like that. She'll have fun, I'm sure, and then come back home and be exhausted for two days. Speaking of being exhausted... no, I won't go there. There is a distinct possibility that my body is just completely worn out; I have gotten a lot of use out of it, after all, and I haven't always been really easy on it... maybe that's why I want to be easy on it now? Yeah, could be. I do hate to think that it just won't go any more, though, that's pretty depressing, and I hate being depressed... so I'm just not gonna think about it. Works for me, anyway.
breezes that cool my mind; but not
big brother tornado