But, I digress.

Behold, new things are old. The United States Navy has(d) a schedule that was intended to reduce the life span of anyone who worked it. The 2-2-2/80 schedule may have been efficient for coverage, but generally left one quite exhausted. Two day shifts from 8-4 the second day you returned 8 hours later to work 2 12-8 shifts and at the end of that second shift you worked 2 shifts 4-12 followed by 80 hours off. I always wondered why the schedule used days to describe the first part and hours to describe time off. I digress. So, we were quite the tired lot and usually found our circadian rhythm ectopic (arar). Following my discharge, I worked from 11-7 at lone star gas company (still not sure what I did) followed by 7 broken up hours of college courses. I think I am too old for this. This weekend I worked nights (morning?) at the Psych House. I never thought that calling a Psych Hosp at 2am drunk would be fun. Actually, I have been quite amused at some of the inquiries. All those lost years of entertainment. I digress again. Some interesting quotes include "I want to admit my family", "how soon can you commit me?", and one very intoxicating call asking "can you give me directions". The later I have not seen and its been 4 hours. Where am I going with this you ask? Ask? ASK? I'm getting to old for this! This afternoon I watched the local news and the reporter was doing a story on something or other (not that important), what was important to me at least, was when the reporter asked a man "were you surprised by these events" and he said, "I'm 54, I'm not surprised by much anymore". Am I digressing. Well I'm tired! I am rambling and that's ok. Since, I'm the only one reading this, I am entitled to drift. I digress once again. So, I'm not 54, but inevitably I will be. Even if I die, I will be 54. Just dead. I think I am going to keep track of all the interesting questions. Well, a chair thrower, gotta go.

Every on has a Hobby, mine is Fred

Fred Thompson the next possible President for The USA is arriving at Hobbly Airport. I had stirred the chidruns to get ready. We are going to see the great Senator and his entourage. To rest on his laurals would be enough. Oh, I know. His record on, well, the other record, well he stood up and voteddd.....hmmmm, I liked Hunt for Red October. I was somewhat relieved when the grand poo pah of domestic plan poopers alerted the public that a t*%$($ stic threat had been issued. The torahist (a little irony)are making dry runs. I am not sure what that translates into airport security, but I do know it would be quite difficult to get our bohineys in there expecially heading INTO traffic after this loooong midnight shift. Fred will wait.

More rain in the forecast here. Its not even about rain on the news. The gambling is about what percent of rain and the "dew point". Our ditch in the front yard is still unfinished, but this will be the test to ascertain its utility at all. I will get some work out of Danielle on that ditch if we dig in the mud. She enjoys that. I also will get work from her because, pretty soon I'm going to announce that I purchased some very sought after tickets for the Ally & AJ concert this weekend. When we asked for back stage passes, they looked at us and asked who our "entourage" was? We were the AjAlly and bup (back up) singers. I was to do a skit acting like Allys father and have her look at her watch. The almost did not give us the grass seats. They call them grass seats, well, there is more to that later. Well, I'm off a nighter getting sleepy.