If you know how to push my buttons don’t push them and then call me cranky. I don’t want to be cranky, I want to be happy.
I can feel exhausted all day long and through the evening. Too tired to accomplish much of anything. But as soon as my head hits the pillow I suddenly get this burst of energy.
Not cool, man, not cool.
Is there a point in everyone’s life when this realization sinks in? Or just mine? In the words of Stephanie Tanner, “How rude!”
At least January is winding down. Now to get through that mean little February.
I could always use a little more time to waste.
There is that saying going around, “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” I added an addendum. To each his own unless his own interferes with my own.
Still not a fan of winter. Why can’t summer show the same fortitude as winter? Continue reading
Okay, Christmas is done. Let us get a move on this winter thing.
I don’t know. Sometimes the thoughts sound better in my head than on paper. Continue reading