I wake up. My tongue is sore and I can taste blood. Apparently I have been chewing on my tongue in my sleep. That’s a good one. Considering the importance of the tongue, I would think natural selection would have prevented stuff like this from happening a long time ago. My older daughter left the door open, and now my dog is outside barking at a squirrel. Great. I walk outside. It’s a beautiful Spring afternoon, about 72 degrees with a hint of a breeze and the birds are singing. Unfortunately it’s 7:15 a.m. in July, and that means today is going to be a very hot day indeed. The squirrel is on my neighbor’s roof, nonchalantly grooming itself, which just infuriates my dog, whose deep gruff woofs are annoying to me, but must really be upsetting to my neighbor, who sleeps with his window open and was probably not expecting to be woofed awake this early on a Sunday. I throw little pebbles at the squirrel in a vain effort to chase it away. My missiles come nowhere near the squirrel, but at least they break no windows. Eventually, the squirrel saunters off over the roof out of sight and my dog allows me to bring her inside. I start the coffee. I win $35 at partypoker.com, which makes up for the $25 I lost last night. I drink the coffee. It tastes horrible. :sigh:
I’m sitting here listening to Gospel Music from the church next door, and watching the Spiderman cartoon. It’s a new song I don’t think I’ve heard before, really nice. The boys are eating cereal, and the wife is asleep despite the fact that our bedroom wall faces the church, well actually two walls do as there is one across the street as well, but they’re not singing yet. It’s gonna be in the upper 70’s lower 80’s as there was no overcast this morning, always a sign of a hot day. I’m thinking of walking the lake and then visiting Barnes and Noble.