GOT THE RED-EYE BLUES

I should get up off my butt and actually DO something today, but I'm 
tired.  I haven't slept since coming back from Sedona.  Because of the 
insomnia, I've been watching the old "Incredible Hulk" series on DVD at 
night (it hasn't held up too well over time, truth be told, though 
Bixby's work is simply marvelous -- he could and should have been one of 
the greats, and still been active today, but cancer cut him down in 
'93).  On the one hand, I get to watch a program I grew up with and 
loved, one I haven't seen at all, except for the odd episode here and 
there, since it went off the air nearly thirty years ago; on the other 
hand, it's bad, see, 'cause I'm not sleeping.  That leaves me all 
dragged out the next day, and very short on patience.  I'm also not 
exactly productive or "present" as it were, for Little Bronx, who is 
homeschooled, and thus, is at home WITH me.

I think I might need prescription meds.  Over-the-counter sleep aides 
work well for a couple of hours, but then wake me up around 01:00 or 
02:00am and leave me jumpy.  Alcohol works okay in moderation, like a 
single drink, just before bed.  That's always been the traditional place 
of the hot-toddie, anyway, but that kind of beverage requires too much 
work right at bedtime, I think, and is too sweet.  A single shot of rum 
or vodka works better for me.  Yet, either I don't seem to think of it 
at night, or don't have any hooch in the house when I do.

I can put words on the screen right now, but can't even tell if they're 
worth reading.  In a way, if they're worth writing, it doesn't matter.  
It's something to keep the mind at a low kindle.  It's better than 
nothing.  The only project of value I've worked on today is Little 
Bronx's Halloween costume.  I've got to focus on that more than anything 
else right now, since time is growing short.  It's this way every year, 
with the last-minute crunch increasing exponentially, so I'm not overly 
concerned.  He's going as a dinosaur skeleton this time around, complete 
with articulated jaw, arms, legs, and (if I can manage it) tail.

I ought to go make some coffee.  I have chicken in the solar oven, so 
that needs to get shifted to follow the sun right about now.  I dunno.  
If I don't make it through to tomorrow, remember me to Broadway.