I guess having the Zanna-monster has made me go to sleep late and waken early.
I’m in Houston – actually, the town of Humble – for an AADE Nat’l Board Meeting. And I woke up at 4:39 a.m. for no obvious reason. It’s not the bed, I’m at a Hampton and their beds rock. It’s not the DOW falling 411 points, what’s new about that?
Yup. The one day I don’t have to be at a meeting until 10 a.m., I woke up almost 6 hours too early. Oh, well. I caught up on my expense report, wrote letters to issue scholarship checks, and now I’m posting to the blog because I KNOW you just can’t wait to hear the latest episode in my life. I know you’re sitting on the edge of your chair, or your bed, or something, just waiting to hear about me.
Oh. You’re not? Well, dang. That’s a good thing, because I have absolutely nothing to say.
Nada. Zip. Zilch. The prior paragraphs are just so much drivel.
But, hey, I’m consistent.
Or, maybe, about posting drivel.
I do have one thing in my life that is currently of interest.
Look! There’s a spot on my bed! Actually, lots of spots. And Shout won't get them out - and the Tide pen doesn't have enough white in it to do any good...
Wait for it....