Dear Blue Angels

It’s not that I don’t love inhaling jet exhaust, or gratuitous displays of military might, or testosterone charged military service recruiting sessions , or even the opportunity to have my tax dollars go towards consuming extra barrels of oil so Exxon can top their record earnings from last quarter – it’s the fact that I have to wear earplugs in my own house and even still my dishes and glasses have been rattling for three days. I’m tired and cranky and I’d like to take a nap, thank you.
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I’m not Blogger’s biggest fan right now

I’m not Blogger’s biggest fan right now

I’ve reverted back to my old format. I changed to the new format on Saturday night/Sunday morning and for some reason, suddenly today, blogger decided to freak out and it could no longer read my code. My blog has been down for most of the day.

Oh yes I know there are bigger, faster, sexier blog services out there, and someday I expect I’ll have me a bigger, faster, sexier blog, with tassels and a bell. But those things take resources like time, money, and know-how and at the moment I seem to be strapped for all three.

so instead, I give you this pretty picture I took on Sunday afternoon.

 

Yikes

It’s 3am and I still can’t sleep. I’ve got to get up early in the morning. Once upon a time, I would have just pulled an all nighter once I reached this point.

I don’t think that’s an option this time around.

I feel old.

And tired.

Just not sleepy.