Weary, But Happy

Today's been a day of doing a little about everything but nothing much at all.

Melissa and I never seem to be on the same schedule. Not feeling any desire whatsoever to interact with society last night, I opted for a frozen pizza and the Yankees/Red Sox game. She got bored and feel asleep on the couch at about 10. I felt an extraordinary surge of energy so I spent the rest of the night transferring music, listening to old jazz songs, and consulting my new jazz encyclopedia. I finally got tired at 1:30 and went to bed. Usually, it's the other way around. She's up until all hours of the night and I've crashed early.

I had a series of dreams that included buttermilk pie, Free as A Bird, and a road trip to Athens, TX. So, if you're deft at dream interpretation, please decipher.

I woke up at 8:30 and dallied around the house for a while. I spent a hour or so in front of the tv watching the Solheim Cup. The Soleheim is the ladies' version of the Ryder Cup, and international golf tournament. I'll admit it - I watch women's golf. Bring it.

Went down to Lowes and bought a trimmer to fight back the bushes in front of the house. That was the extent of my yardwork.

The rest of the day was dedicated to football. Marshall v. KSU, Oklahoma v. Tulsa, Notre Dame v. Michigan, South Carolina v. Georgia, Iowa v. Iowa St., and more I can't even remember. The culmination was of course Texas/OSU. Whenever I watch a Texas game, I prefer to watch it alone. I tend to pace, yell, scream, and if the moment is fitting, thow objects in frustration. Melissa was very kind and retired to the bedroom to a night of Monopoly with Brooke. There should have been a warning sign on the door - Ignore the Crazy Man in Front of the TV.

Now, it's close to 11:45. I'm tired, and a little weary, and a little hoarse.

I'll be more refreshed in the morning.