So it’s just about 7.35am on Saturday morning.
I am writing this from our “Vacation Home.” That is, my Father and Mother In-Law’s place in Baltimore. Bodymore?
There is nothing better than our vacation home. Cable Television. Central Air. Lots of good organic food. Dogs. And quiet. Not to mention hours of good Bob/Nan-talk.
Yes, I should be sleeping, but I seem to wake up at 7am on the weekends as my body clock says, “Hey doooode, you were supposed to get up almost 30 minutes ago, bitch. Get your ass up and start working for the man.”
But I’ve already been out to walk the Frankie and she’s sound asleep again on the pull-out bed. I wish I could sleep that liberally.
PS. This would have been bad ass to see last night in New York:
Prince Suprise guest at NY Maceo Parker show