Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed. 

~Arthur Schopenhauer

O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

~Thomas Hood

Without enough sleep, we all become tall two-year-olds. 

~JoJo Jensen

Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets....

~Rupert Brooke

January 9, 2007

Wheee Haawww!  Life just keeps on rolling, I tell ya.

I have been looking at this page for a while trying to think of what to say.  Time just marches on.  It's hard for me to believe that the New Year is already a week past.  I still have to force myself to write 2007 on checks and such. 

I got behind on sleep Sunday night when I stayed up writing an editorial and now can't seem to get caught up.  It's all situational.  My body wants to sleep and I'm tired enough, but external factors conspire to make sure I wake up a few times through the night.  I figure it has to let up some time.

I'm babysitting for a friend tonight while she attends a meeting of the Pioneer Fire Protection District, a meeting that Eric is also attending.  It's small town stuff of a board of directors that is trying to be the tail wagging the dog and since I'm all kinds of Grizzly Flats press by way of my position as editor of Grizzly Flats Online, (Imagine me puffing myself up with pride real and imagined right now) I'm steeping in it a bit.  Tonight was Eric's turn to attend the meeting and take notes (and photos, should a community brawl ensue and as high as tempers are running over the subject at hand, I wouldn't be surprised). 

I made what was supposed to be a quick run into town today, remembering that there is no quick run into town in these parts so I guess a "quicker" run.  I did a bank run, picked up some necessities at Walmart (toothpaste, snore spray since I am waking my damned self up now, American cheese and hot dog buns...all of the vital necessities of life).  Got out to my jeep and as I was pulling out of the parking space, the thing died.  Shit.  I knew I had a half tank of gas, so it wasn't that.  I started it again and it cranked over and ran, but it was going kind of shabby.  I made it to the back exit of Walmart and the car was losing power and overheating (again), so I pulled into a parking place and called Eric.

After a lot of back and forth and pulling the relay for the air conditioner clutch and figuring whether to try and drive home (40 minutes) or drive to a repair shop (and pay someone to do things Eric might be able to do if I could get it home), the engine cooled and stayed cool as I was driving, so I limped it on home about an hour after I was supposed to be there.  After a lot of examining, he determined the cooling fan was not kicking on and needs to be replaced.  Unfortunately, there is not a cooling fan to be had in town, so we're going to have to go to "The Valley" to get it.  Agggh. 

I'm behind on housework.  Yesterday, I got the laundry done.  Today, I got the downstairs under control. Tomorrow is putting clothes on hangers (OK, didn't get all the laundry done) and try to rest.

No, life is not particularly exciting these days.  Eric is training a friend to help out with his part of the route so that he is freed up now and then for construction work.  He has 3 jobs going on that should be good supplementation to the post office salary.  Fortunately, for most of the work of these jobs, he can hire guys to do the work while he continues to deliver the mail.  Whether he hires someone to deliver the mail or hires someone to install the electrical systems, he still has to hire someone.  Might as well stay as close to home as he can.

Now, I'm trying to stretch out an unworkable budget and keep the whole thing held together with bubble gum and bandaids until the cavalry comes.

My muse is broken and for the moment, thinking deep thoughts just isn't happening.  Maybe later in the week after some sleep, I'll be back to myself again. 

For now, I'm lusting for relaxation and healing and financial security and wondering why I dislike Kirsty Alley so much now when I liked her so much during her "Look Who's Talking" days.

Even that's about to break my brain.




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