My alarm clock went off at 5 am, which in itself is unusual. It's normally set to the news radio station out of NYC- not the one affiliated with the company I worked for, but the other one- the one that gives "traffic on the eights". My ears heard strains of "Magical Mystery Tour" as my arm hit the sleep button. Through the sleep miasma I thought, "oh my gosh, something happened to Ringo or Paul". But no. It was an ad for a Casino I think.
Keeping up with the theme- I lumbered off for coffee and saw the Magical Mystery Cat had left a perfect hair ball on the old computer. Lovely.
I am feeling so much better. The pdoc gave me a script for Ambien, and I am actually sleeping. Not a lot, but five hours a night is better than no hours. The air conditioning is working a bit better. Amazing what happens when you hit it. And... a miracle happened.
I want to thank long time reader Stan, who used his journalistic skills conjouring up "Deep Penguin" to find out what I have been unable to find for over two months - namely my friend is alive. I guess he was just AWOL. Maybe, actually that is the reason I have been able to sleep. I cannot recall a time I cried in happiness in a very very long time.
Stan, you and I don't agree with everything, (but I don't agree with everyone-) but you are a good person to do this for me, and I respect how you take care of your loved ones in real life, and I have nothing but honor and respect for that. Family is big in my book, whether it's human or in fur.
So I give you this award, which was given to me by Merelyme years ago. I never got around to giving it out to anyone, but please, you deserve it. You and your Deep Penguin journo source.
And now, I am logging off the computer. I am going to have a perfect day. Go for a ride. Visit the Apple store and see an Ipad. Lust after it. Try on some clothing since I've dropped 20 pounds, and back to my weight I was at Christmas. Have a slice of pizza at the Mall. Maybe see a movie. Have a perfect day.
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