on. your. mark. get set go.

ok.  i'm back.  8:43 in the AM on tuesday.  very excited to get back into bed because i'm pretty stuffed up this morning.  and my legs are feeling a tad achy.  another staff member called out sick this morning.  one of our residents is still sick.  blahhh.  

my bangs are really bothering me this morning.

i just sneezed.

the house alarm went off at 6:15 this morning.  Ruby Tuesday got really scared.  and normally she just turns over and goes back to sleep.  i do think that she's all confused because i've been waking up earlier.  she's so hungry all the freaking time.

anyways.  morning turned out fine.  just a little riff.  i don't know if that's the right expression.  or, a real expression at all.  a little riff?  like, a musical term?  no.  like, a little disruption.  an upset in the natural euphoria that is our daily lives here.

anyways.  i got into bed last night and couldn't sleep.  so, i finished The Old Man and the Sea.  it was pretty sad.  very lonely.  it went from feeling very triumphant to very defeated very quickly.  and i felt sad for the old man.  but, in the same way, i was happy, because he did not feel sad for himself.  and i think in the situation he was in, it would have been very easy to say, "screw this, i'm giving up.  i hate fishing and i hate my life."  but he didn't.  he was like, "ok, here's what went wrong.  i know i shouldn't have done this.  but i did it anyways.  and now i'm paying the price.  let's move on.  i'm not going to feel sorry for myself."  he just seemed like a good person.

and i was so happy to hear that people in Havana were worried about him when he didn't return from his fishing trip.  and they sent out search parties.  oh!  that's a spoiler, i guess.  but, it was a good book.  you seriously felt like you were the old man standing at the bow of the boat.  the writing was very mechanical.  but, not in an annoying way.  some parts were gross.  like when he was gutting the fish and killing the sharks by stabbing them in the brains.  

but now i'm on to the next book.  i can't decide which one to start first.  Everyman.  The Corrections.  i'll probably read them at the time same.  wait.  at the same time.  at the time same?  wow.  

Bob and Sheri were talking this morning on the radio about that girl who had been kidnapped by that guy and then made to live in a tent in his backyard while he had sex with her, but was really married.  and this went on for like, 18 years or something crazy.  you know what i'm talking about.  

and so, Sheri was talking about how she can't believe the neighbors didn't realize that there were young children living in tents out there.  and how she can't believe that nobody would have thought that strange.  like, to never see the kids in school.  or, out trick-or-treating.  and she was talking about how she always is noticing what her neighbors are up to and what their schedules are.

and i thought, "hey, i'm the same way!"  i know the schedule of the people across the street.  the nice family.  and even just yesterday while i was remember that it was a holiday, i thought to myself, "hm, i wonder if the lady across the street has the day off?"  and i went to the window and checked.  and her car was there, so i knew that she did.  

and i know that the people who live in the house a few doors down have someone who works until around 2am.  because they will leave the porch lights on until they come home.  and then the lights go out once the car pulls in.  

anyways.  it's not a creepy thing.  it's a safety thing.  and i'm glad that Sheri felt the same way and does the same things.  it's like an unofficial neighborhood watch.  i can see all from the third floor.  

and with that, it's 9am.  and i'm now off to bed !~~  that was supposed to be more exclamation marks.  ah well.

i'll talk to you later!  have a great day.  

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