i’m thinking about all the little kids who DO NOT WANT TO NAP, who DO NOT WANT TO GO TO BED…and how is it that a person could get from that state over the years, to waking up on a monday morning and being so DELIGHTED at all the sleep they got?
i went to bed b4 eleven for the first time in about 67 years, and i slept, and slept, and slept. so now this morning i’m feeling…RESTED.
i used to feel rested almost all the time, but i haven’t felt rested for…too long.
today looks like a good day, sunny anyway, although i’m not too crazy about the bitter cold. i’m going to work out first thing, and then i’m seriously contemplating the hot hot hot tub at the club.
i have a little work today but not too much, and then i have to do things like buying new tires. not so taxing. if i want one, i even have time for a nap.
how do all those winning football players feel this morning? good, i bet. unless they’re too hung over. gee, how many beers would a football player have to drink to feel any effect from the alcohol? especially those really pudgy football players, the ones whose shirts were stretched awfully tight over their great big stomachs. lots of beer, i bet. more than two.
and how about the losing football players? not such a happy morning for them, huh? but at least they got to be IN the super bowl.
randy wanted to know why there are no women in any of these sports. we thought that maybe that one player with the really long curly black hair cascading out of this helmet and down his back might secretly be a girl. wouldn’t somebody want to pull his hair when he was running by them? not to mention how tangled it would get.
things to think about on monday morning.
ok then,
grace.