Poison Poppies

Sleep. Can't seen to get enough of it. The heavy schedule and
repeated delays are getting to me. Last night I was gone by, oh
say 2145. It was too much to keep my eyes open - T.V. on with
no sound, and the laptop fired up. Both went nighty-night, and
so did I.

The nephews come home this weekend. They have been gone for
two weeks. Obviously I miss them, they are anxious to get home
too. Each in their own way are the neatest little kids I know.

A couple of days ago I finally got an email from Sebastian. He is
in fact NOT dead. Like the rest of us, he's going through some
changes. Poor kid. (Although he isn't a kid, he'll be 30 this year!)
Life is never easy, is it?

Today I'm listening to some retro 80's station via iTunes. They
are playing stuff I don't remember, which leads me to believe
it must be a British station. Another song I don't remember is
coming on now. ???

Pete Wadsworth lost my brand-new sunglasses over the weekend.
He was almost dead in the sun. I let him borrow them- and gone.
Now I get to go hunt for a new pair. They were really nice too.
The moral here is don't let Pete borrow your glasses.

Okay- we have too many folks in the shop with no Airport ID's
so I need to go baby sit.