The alarm goes off at 4:30 because Karen said she wanted to swim laps before work. There was one a time when I would run before work. But, now, without a tall blue body. Alas. The precious hours before the rest of the world wakes up!
However, today Karen mumbles something about setting the clock back to six. I fumble with the clock radio in the dark and then force myself to stumble out of bed anyway.
I may not run much anymore - but I can run off at the mouth.
Monday mornings are a bit tougher. I stare at the screen and don't know what do to. Actually, I don't know "which" to do because there are several things:
- Work on collecting Sally pictures for Brian
- Write more on Avatar agreeing somewhat with Tabor and Barry.
- Answer some email
- Read blogs
- Surf the net in general
- Print and frame a picture or two
BUTLER: "Lists are good."
BAGMAN: "Push the publish button and go to Sally pictures for Brian."
BUTLER: "But it would be polite if he read some blogs. His friends will miss his comments. What was you logic for doing Sally pictures instead?
BAGMAN: "No logic!!! Just do something!! Anything! As they sad in Avatar, 'If you're going to shoot, shoot. But don't talk'."
BUTLER: "That wasn't Avatar, you cinematographic dust bunny! That was from 'The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly."
Realizing that I am not the only one who can jog off at the mouth, I turn out the light on the debating duo and go to do...well something.
