Dog Tired

It's starting to get dark earlier.  And yes, I realize it's only going to get worse with the whole "fall back" - which happens in about a month.

But what sucks about it is that playtime with Piper in the back yard is less fun.  Because I can't see her in the dark.  Now, true, she has some reflective doodads on her collar, but really, she's a black dog who sticks to the fence line and makes like a shadow.

So, I'm dealing with that.  I might get one of those little flasher lights that joggers wear.  Because she has energy she needs to expend.  I have less energy.  I don't know what's wrong, exactly, but I'm feeling a little lethargic.

And I need to get cracking. I have Halloween costumes to construct, and cabinets to empty.  I need to order some materials for a home improvement project we have coming up.

And always laundry and dishes and sweeping.

But once it's about 7:45 PM, I'm counting the minutes til 10PM, which seems like a reasonable bedtime...right?

I met with my apnea doc earlier this week, and he was pleased with where I am, but wants me to lose weight.  He agreed that it's especially hard when you're traveling - so at least he knows what we're dealing with.  But, the machine works and I can see him again in six months.

I have to get a few things to prepare for a wedding this weekend. I also need to buy a wedding present.  Which is way less fun when you live in a major market without a Crate and Barrel.  We do have, as it happens, a plethora of Cracker Barrels, but it's decidedly NOT the same thing.  Although, I just bought two Halloween cards from Cracker Barrel - so, there's that.

So, I've been thinking about the debates.

When I was a junior in High School our history teacher had us do debates on moments in American History.  I volunteered to do the first one with this guy who I ended up dating briefly, but that's another story.  Anyway, I prepared hardcore for the debate and when the day came, I just eviscerated him.  It was brutal.  If you were him.  If you were me, it was AWESOME.  I earned some cred with our teacher and got the rep for someone you didn't want to go up against.  I was otherwise mediocre as fuck in that class.  So I know how it feels to be Hillary Clinton.  And to a lesser extent, Mike Pence.  Although, truthfully I still prefer Tim Kaine.  He's a feisty little Boston Terrier.

Am I a good boy, Hillary?


The holidays are coming, and apparently that's a trigger for my grief to return like a freight train through a small town.  I'm working on/through it.   But at least I'm aware that it's happening and that I can cut myself a little slack.

That's enough for now, I think.  I'm tired, and it's just 11AM.  Which makes for a long day.

I need some customers to get moving and get me back on the road.