Saturday, April 25, 2015
1. First and foremost, it's the weekend!
2. The Spring that sprung sprang back.
3. Rock me gently, rock me slowly.
4. Destroyed most declarations from lost love.
5. Prep for lipid panel equals fasting.
6. Post fast it is omelet time.
Monday, April 20, 2015
|turtle club guest (2010-ish)|
Did I overreach or underachieve?
The off-the-rails . . . was it controllable? Could I have avoided the event that led to the eventual malaise that led to . . next to zero accomplishment?
The best part of waking up Monday morning (beyond you know, the waking up) is the chance to do the retrospective, dust yourself off, and do it (better) (different) (more) or (less) the next time. Putting the best foot forward, one step at a time, toward another weekend.
Monday and counting.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Monday, April 13, 2015
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Monday, April 06, 2015
|Pete on alert.|
Though, blaming the awakening on the cats and by proxy, the pooch who is on instant alert and all too ready to rumble, is a bit unfair. It is really the fullness of a bladder that shakes a body from slumber
Point is, the too early wake-up call is frustrating enough on the weekends where a return to bed until at least an hour past sunrise is in play. The 4:12 AM rousing is beyond frustrating for weekday mornings where rise-and-shine time is no later than 5:30 AM; I am out the door within two hours of rising, and at my desk ready to work within another two hours.
So with all due respect to the forces that are Pete, Buttah, Cinnamon and the offending bladder, the mind and other body parts would appreciate a togetherness of spirit toward saving all antics until, oh, I don't know, 4:45 AM.
That wouldn't be great but it would be very much better.