...and so it goes...

Second night this week that I've seen 5:20a from the wrong side -- wrong for someone who works a M-F day shift, anyway. And not even for good reasons (an all-nighter with someone worth losing sleep over, for example). No, my companion for these evenings has been pain (i.e. a malevolent and thoroughly irritating houseguest who showed up on my doorstep some years ago, mumbled a story about being an old family friend, slumped down into my nervous system, propped is feet up-- and despite all sorts of hints, interventions, and downright confrontations, hasn't shown any sign of leaving. I considered lighting his ass on fire in the middle of the night but he said "dollink, it's gonna hurt you more than it hurts me."". My doctor thinks he's probably right.

Meanwhile, my late nightTV education is in full swing. The other night I learned that the best way to cool down an overheated moose is to give him an ice-water enema. [The moose ultimately died of heatstroke despite the best efforts of a Maine state biologist -- or maybe of fear when he saw the anxious-looking biologist approaching him with the business end of the enema equipment).