Kat - I understand what you mean but part of me is saying, "Go Kat - speaking Truth to Power!"

Woo, -t!

Frank, I'm glad you found a good, if not perfect, place to move into. Moving is the worst in the best of circumstances.

By age 5 I didn't have a bedtime because before my parents got to the point of thinking "isn't it time for her to go to bed" i'd just...get tired and go to bed. I also got up without an alarm and would pour myself cereal into a bowl and then play/read/watch TV until my parents got up.

Yeah, that was me, too. I made my own bedtime and woke up super early, but wasn't allowed into my parents' room until the alarm went off at 7. I would amuse myself in my room for hours. I do sort of wonder if being able to amuse oneself is an only child thing. A well-raised only child thing, at least. Or our parents were just lucky!

I am so happy not to be at work today.

#feargullo

I shared a room with my sister until I went to college, and there were at least a few times when we'd both be awake at night and just play cards or something quiet. Though mostly I, at least, slept. Mornings we could go out to the living room and kitchen before our parents were up.

When I was in college, my mom started getting me mini pizzas to heat up in the toaster oven for breakfast, because I would eat them. So I guess my eating breakfast was an issue before that? But I don't remember what the deal was.

Strap in.

When I was five, I wouldn't have gone to bed like that on an ordinary night, but if there were guests there, I knew that I was supposed to be on my best behavior. Plus, depending on who the guests were, I might have been too shy to interrupt an adult dinner to ask for something, even if I normally would have interrupted if it was just my parents.

I had quite the start to the day this morning. I woke up from a dream where I went to see the Wizard of Oz with the Tin Man only the wizard was Donald Trump and he gave the Tin Man a Heart Of Gold. Wow, that was weird I thought as I woke up and tried to find my third favorite pair of jeans, but then I remembered my OKay Levis were in the Wash. Sigh, Man I wished I had remembered to dry them.

Before taking off to work, I made a hasty note for my son on what he needed to do after school. I wanted him to get his shin guards out from the pile of stuff in his room, prepare for his school's pretend career day, and scare the squirrels who keep getting into the topiary in front of the windows. I only had a small post-it note so I had to be cryptic: Shin Dig, Train Job, Bush Whacked. Still, I thought he'd get The Message. After that, he'd still have time to watch some Muppet Show reruns. His favorite part is that segment named... what is it... some sort of Objects In Space... ah, can't remember.

Dang, I still wasn't done with everything. I had to take out the Trash. I started hauling out the garbage and luckily remembered that bag that was In Our Uh... oh, I remember now it was in the Safe. That was a strange place to store it. As I took out the last bag, I saw that one bird that hangs around our house all the time, he's very regal looking and the feathers on his head oddly stick up making him look like he has a Mr. T style mo-hawk. We call him, Sir Wren T. There are a lot more wrens around the house these days ever since we bought a bunch of birdhouses from the odd woman down the street who always refers to herself in the plural. Yeah, I sure do like Our Miss Us Wren Holds.

Oh, there was one more thing, I needed to put out of those corn ears on the squirrel feeders. We get those from another woman down the street so we always call them our Jane Cobs. She's a really important figure around here that seems to run everything, sometimes we say it's Jane's Town.

Finally, I got in the car and was off to work. Wow, the radio reception was bad as I drove into the local service station to top off the tank. Only wouldn't you know it, they were Out Of Gas. Well at least I could stop to adjust my Aerial. I got back in and decided to get gas after work. I didn't have time to go someplace else since I had an important meeting with LorenZo E. Walker. He's sort of a lazy guy who dresses very casually most of the time. That guy had really Schlep Hard. I drove over the River and by that area of land the city has taken over to make room for the new military surplus place that's planned to go in, the War Store Easement.

When I passed the nursing home I noticed they were doing camel races for the residents and it was such a sight that I had to slow down to watch a caMel Come Run Olds.

I finally got to the office and I saw the last strange thing of the morning. There was a street performer juggling flaming torches right outside the door. Boy he could really make that Fire Fly.

::golf claps::