Oh look, there in the background, all the grandious ideas I had for Monday's post!
And in the foreground is what became of those ideas, empty space, nothingness, bupkis.
I'm not saying that yesterday was a bad day. It was okay as Mondays go, didn't suck any more (or any less) than most non-holiday Mondays. But I got up about 45 minutes before the alarm. And if you've been following what I've been doing lately, you'll know that means I woke up at 0315, in the morning. Well, actually it was still night. I pretty much laid there, contemplating the vast uncaring universe and poor little me having to get up, drive a hundred miles, then work for ten hours.
On the upside, when I was loading up the vehicle I noted that the constellation Orion was now visible to the south-southeast. To quote the Starks, "Winter is coming." Point being is that the constellation of Orion is my favorite. Is it normal to have a favorite constellation? I don't know, I just know that I do.
No, I kid you not. HBO shows reruns of The Sopranos every night at 2000 local. I think on Wednesdays it's at 2100 because they show True Blood at 2000. (Yes, I'm using standard military time, based on a 24-hour clock. It's part of who I am and I am too tired and cranky at the moment to give the "civilian" time. That bit is in quotes because in Germany the 24-hour clock is pretty standard. Except that they have different words for everything over there. Well, nearly everything. For instance, "plexiglass" in German is "Plexiglas". One less "s" and you capitalize the "p". Nouns are easy to spot in German, they're usually capitalized. Oh boy do I digress. Standby for a radical course change. All hands brace for impact, right full rudder!)
Okay, the hotel, The Sopranos, I am so dazed I feel the need to whack someone. Upside the head that is. Perhaps I'm crabby because the network is painfully slow today. But I discovered that I could watch The Sopranos via "On Demand".
Except that I did. Back-to-back-to-back (ad infinitum). I suppose I can sleep when I'm on vacation next week. Yeah right, like that's going to happen.
Groan. Back on my head, coffee break's over...