Naturally I had the devil of a time falling asleep last night. Too much running around in my head, I'm sure. I think I managed before the clock struck twelve, but 6:05 and 6:31 came mighty early. (I have 2 alarms, one beside the bed and the other across the room, I'm a reluctant riser.) I like having gotten up early, I just don't especially care for the actual getting up part. Once I'm up, I'm up and moving but motivation is a tenuous thing at 6:something o'clock in the barely light morning. Pretty soon it'll be darkdarkdark at that time of the morning and it'll be coldcoldcold, then I'll really feel put upon, but before I know it it'll start getting lighter and lighter and warmer and warmer, my spirits will rise and (sound of angels) Spring will come around again. See? Nothing to it. (yeah, I can talk big on the warm end of the season but just you wait until the middle of January when it's darker than a stack of black cats and colder than a well digger's ass in the Klondike, I'll be singing a different tune... of course then I'll have a grandbaby to brighten up my days so maybe all I'll be saying is "baby, baby, beautiful, brilliant baby"... watch this space)
October 3--Riker Brothers, Watch Pin. Maren sat in the chair watching the sun sink into the sea. As the orb touched the horizon a heron stalked along the shore searching the shallows for a last snack before roosting in the mangroves for the night. She heard the neighbors loading up their dive gear to drive along the shore to do a night dive. Their voices carried over the water sounding excited and a little nervous. She wondered where they were going but didn't feel like getting up to ask. The longer she was alone, the harder it was to make the effort. Tom had left a month ago, maybe more. She lost track of days. Here on the island one day was much like the ones before and the ones ahead. If it weren't for the maid, Lorena, coming on Tuesdays she'd never know what day it was. Why did it matter? There was nothing she needed to do. No one would care if she just faded away. A dark silhouette moved across in front of her blotting out the last golden light. "You shouldn't drink alone," Drake said as he took the glass from her fingers.
Well, hmm. Okay enough shillyshallying, time to get this laptop and all the cords and chargers packed and shoved into the van. Durwood's getting one more tank delivery today so he'll have a full complement of full ones to take along. Once I get home from work, the whole shooting match gets put into the car, my car moves into the garage and we're off. This is the time when my stomach's in a knot and I'd just as soon stay home. Good thing I have Durwood to shove me out the door. See some of you very soon!