So why does 4am seem perfectly suitable for getting up when I have nothing to do, but 6am to make a 9am appointment seem brutally early? Answer: the promise of a nap...
None for me today; we're having an
eight-hour class at 9:00, Working with Dementia, which I assume refers to our clients and not us...although...
I'm embarrassed to think how long it's been since I put in a full eight-hour day of anything! Such a lazy old fart am I.
My dog is staring at me and wagging her tail furiously. Could be dementia, or she needs to pee...dammit, I just sat down! Grumble bitch moan, stupid dog and her stupid bladder...
Okay then -- happy sober Tuesday, y'all...
