I Would've Had More Fun ......

...... if I'd have just stayed up, rather than trying to sleep for 4 hours.
I didn't sleep 4 hours.
I didn't even sleep straight for 2 hours.
No surprise.
I let the cat sleep with me, insuring that I wouldn't sleep well.
I should work as a guard at a prisoner of war joint.
I know how to torture myself ...... it can't be all that difficult to do it to someone else.

So I am at the airport..
Again.
I should rent space here.

As I was driving here I saw exactly one runner and one cyclist in my community, both obviously insane since it was 4:30 a.m.
I wish there had been daylight so that I could've seen their faces ...... in case I were to run into them in the future.  I'd make a hasty retreat.
In.
Sane.

I've always lived by the rule, "When I get up in the morning, the moon should NOT be the brightest object in the sky".
Call me boring, or predictable ..... but it's been a good rule for me.
And one I loathe to break.

Breaking rules can lead to problems.  You know, like loading your suitcase and misc. stuff into the car, and then grabbing your carefully placed coffee cup by the top with a "claw-like" grip (the kind Kelly had when she first joined Regis, until her mother pointed it out every morning after the show) on the lid .....and then the lid pops off of the cup, causing said cup to drop to the garage floor, spilling and spewing coffee everywhere.
But mostly on the left leg of my jeans and onto my boots.

It's going to be a fun day.

Bye, Peeps.
See you from the Big Apple.

And Happy Wednesday.
:)