Post 2917 - Monday

Monday night. Pushing 9pm.

I promise not to stay up as late tonight as I did last night. Sunday night I watched the excellent season ender to The Walking Dead. Then, too wired to sleep, I watched The Talking Dead until half past midnight. I am supposed to get up around 5:30 every morning. Sure. That wasn't hard this morning. Not at all.

My work week is 25% over. Three more days this week before I have a 4 day Easter weekend. Looking forward to the break.

Newbie sits on the computer desk just next to the keyboard. I think he wants me to finish typing so that I can retire to my reclining chair in the next room so that he can then pounce on my lap, knead my flesh until it bleeds, and sleep for a while. He won't curl upon Patricia's lap, just mine.

I am working on my next Frank column. Once again, I am trying something a little different to shake things up a bit. I hope that you check it out when it comes out in a week. My deadline is not for another couple of days, so we will see how it shakes out.

Halifax streets are slowly returning to normal, which is to say that traffic is slowing to a crawl again. If we leave any later than 7am, I run the risk of being late for work. On a good day, we can be downtown in barely 20 minutes. There are not many good days lately.

Man, this is in the running for the most boring blog post yet. I guess I should quit while I'm behind.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy