Sunday Morning . . .
Have you ever had a recurring dream but can’t remember what the hell the dream was about, yet you know you are dreaming the same dream? For whatever reason I just can’t seem to recall the details. Well, it’s time for my second-cup o’ cawffee and get my backside going to hit the day head-on. Have laundry to do, cleaning, and after all that is said and done I’m going canoeing later this afternoon. Afterwards I’m going to get some wings & beer and sit down to watch the Super Bowl. I was invited to attend several parties to bear witness to New England whipping New York’s ass but I decided to enjoy the game in solitude. Maybe I’ll change my mind about the solitude thing. Maybe, definitely, perhaps.
Hawk Out!
