. . . of a quality manual when I should be getting some rest. The visions include no sugarplums but do have a lot of copying and pasting, the bureaucracy fighting nobly to prevent substantial sleep. Flowers bloom and birds sing as the refuse trucks whine in the dawn and my fitful nap continues. But better things lie ahead with good friends and family in nice places where foamy waves lap at the sandy coast and blue skies meet the aqua expanse in my (nearer than I think) future . . . and music. . .
It was the sleep of the just. There was just no way I was going to make it through hours and hours of those boring returns, not the mention all the cheerleaders for the two lousy horses in this media-made, and made-for-media, race. Besides, it was a draining day at the office and I was, quite frankly, tired as soon as I got in the door. But that nap was just what the doctor ordered. Observing my strict religious practice, I instinctively turned on the radio to get my morning shot of information and, oh yes, receive confirmation of the election results. Well, that WAS a relief! How could that clown ever hope to actually become president. In the words of the immortal rabbit (Bugs Bunny). . . "What a Maroon!" So what if the first spouse is a philandering, double-talking snake-oil salesman. At least our president can put together two sentences that do not contain the words I, me, best, lousy or great. And frequently she (YES! Finally, she) throws a fact in for good measure. But wait, there's coverage of a protest in DC, with guns, and actual shooting. Occupying the White House? "Rigged?" WTF are they talking about. Whaddayamean they REFUSE! Refuse my ass! An election is an election. Appointed from Goldman. . . what? What did she say? Bill is stocking up on cigars and recruiting interns. Is this what I can look forward for the next four years?
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Yeah. . . it's 27 minutes long. Yeah . . . it involves politics. But PLEASE!!! I beg you,
just watch and listen to it. The go along your merry way. . . and hopefully you'll sleep well after YOU decide.
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Change of plans has made it necessary for me to do two things that I never do. First, drive three hours to my destination (if you count driving back home the next day, that would be three things) and finding (that would translate: begging) for a place to sleep for a few hours. In any case, I think I can pull this off.
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It's not that I feel inadequate or sub-par for getting tired. There are only twenty-four hours in a day you know. So you sleep for five or six hours, you get up good and early for the upcoming adventure of a day, you put in a solid seven-to-eight hours at the office, you commute, you prepare (or assist in preparing) a reasonably exciting and delectable evening meal with a little family time, you consume the aforesaid exciting and delectable (blah, blah, blah) thing in a relatively relaxed manner because, as you may well know, the speedy consumption of your food does not aid digestion, weight management or your general health, then you may have thirty to ninety (depending upon the complexity of the preparation of the exciting and [blah, blah, blah, blah- YOU KNOW!] ) for a favorite hobby, pass-time, television show - OR YOUR PASSION!!!, and then it's time for the sleep-time ablutions and ceremony before you can finally jump into bed for another restful five to six . . . and then . . .
“The problem with putting two and two together is that sometimes you get four, and sometimes you get twenty-two.”
“Nora: "How do you feel?"
Nick: "Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober.”
“The people who lie the most are nearly always the clumsiest at it, and they're easier to fool with lies than most people, too. You'd think they'd be on the look-out for lies, but they seem to be the very ones that will believe almost anything at all.”
“Nick: "Don't you think maybe a drink would help you to sleep?"
Nora: "No, thanks."
Nick: "Maybe it would if I took one.”
“Nora said: "She's pretty."
"If you like them like that."
She grinned at me. "You got types?"
"Only you, darling - lanky brunettes with wicked jaws."
“Men came in and dragged us apart. It took us five minutes to bring Nora to. She sat up holding her cheek and looked around the room until she saw Morelli, nippers on one wrist, standing between two detectives. Morelli's face was a mess: the coppers had worked him over a little just for the fun of it. Nora glared at me. "You damned fool," she said, "you didn't have to knock me cold. I knew you'd take him, but I wanted to see it."
One of the coppers laughed. "Jesus," he said admiringly, "there's a woman with hair on her chest.”
"Whatever you're giving me," she said, "I hope I don't like it."
"You'll have to keep them anyway, because the man at the Aquarium said he positively wouldn't take them back. He said they'd already bitten the tails off the...”
"Charles isn't a Greek name."
"It's Charalambides," I explained. "When the old man came over, the mugg that put him through Ellis Island said Charalambides was too long...too much trouble to write... and whittled it down to Charles. It was all right with the old man; they could have called him X so they let him in.”
"Waiter, will you serve the nuts. . . will you serve the guests the nuts"
"Someone here to see you dear."
"That's good. I was afraid I would have to go to sleep."
"Nick. Nicky. . . "
"Yes."
"You asleep."
"Yes."
"Good. I want to talk to you."
"Nice food, isn't it?"
"Yes. It's the best dinner I've ever listened to."
It must be time to sleep because I can't find anything to write about that seems important enough (thanks to our glorious media who have Mitt, Snooky, naked princes and hurricanes on their minds) or things other than those about which I am thoroughly disgusted (like inept home services providers, death, illness, smallmindedness and . . . hurricanes). . . maybe there is something here.
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