It's almost midnight. Again. My mother always said that an hours sleep before midnight was worth two after. She could talk. She got a good 30 to 45 minutes in at about 9:30. That was worth an hour to and hour and half. Then she would wake up and say, "Did you see the end of my show?" I, of course, hadn't paid attention. "I'll have to call Lill or DeLynn tomorrow"--they were her sisters--"maybe they watched." Then she watched the news, which I also didn't watch and then she went to bed. I did not. I was--and sadly still am--an owl. Oh, how I wish I were a lark.
But I'm not and now I'm off to read more fascinating blogs of people I don't know but love for the tender or funny or NOT NICE SPIDER STORIES that they have to tell. I have to look at a photographer's deflated sports ball and wonder if he really thinks he's not wonderful. I have to eventually log off and then click on "just three" blogs that come up. Which isn't always a good thing. Once I clicked on a blog and a babe with her nakedness showed up. I'm still shuddering. But I found the photographer that way so I continue on with my time wasting habit. But then again, how can you call it time wasted when you read about people loving their families, or living life with their funny bone sticking right up where you can see it. So, I'm off to read blogs. How lucky can one person get?