INSOMNIA

Not exactly a Weiner shot

When I was a principal in the Alaska bush I use to wake up at four-thirty in the morning with concerns about individual students, or problem parents, or the school board or politics at the district office, or staff concerns.   I would lay there until five-thirty and finally get up exhausted and tense.

This morning I woke up at four-thirty – I couldn't sleep – and my mind kept dealing with thoughts like: why would anyone want to be a proctologist; or, how many uses could I find for bacon; and what’s the name of the song that says - You don’t tug on superman’s cape, you don’t piss in the wind, you don’t pull the mask off the loan Ranger and you never, ever moon a werewolf.   Shit: off track again…

About five-thirty I finally gave up, fed the cat and read for a couple of hours with tea and toast.  About seven, I went back to bed and crashed until nine; then got up and wrote a blog post.   

A much improved lifestyle.  

I can’t complain.

the Ol’Buzzard