Once again I was up way too late. Additionally, I couldn't get to sleep even after I belatedly bedded, dammit. I think that it was about 04:00 when I looked at the clock last. And dear Karen pisses me off... she goes to bed and goes right to sleep. It just ain't right. I was, however, up at 10:00 or so. And I spent a good portion of the day working on the yard... sorting and stacking lumber, mostly. And my back is talking to me about that. Patrick and Brian were supposed to come over... but they never made it. And tomorrow Karen is gonna order a dumpster. And I need to call the guy about the garage... he was supposed to call me last week, but he didn't. I hope that he's not a flake... at least he hasn't gotten any money yet. Actually, it isn't just my back... my whole body is getting sore now. I think that I'll take a shower, take a pill and go to sleep. "The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and
hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of
hobgoblins...."
paroxysms of faith elate
but have no meaning.
~H.L. Mencken
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