Last night I had one of those awful nights where you wake up just about every hour on the hour. You are sitting there at 3 a m, knowing that the next day is going to be a disaster. And there’s not much you can do about it.
Needless to say, everything I tried to do today was like pulling teeth.
I saw a statement from that very nice man who was tossed by the bison at Yellowstone. He is really a good guy, who did the right thing, and he got flipped anyway. 
It was the jerk in the white truck who decided to blast his horn, which was the last straw for the poor bison. Very unfortunate situation.
What I am going to attempt tonight is to stay up a little later than I usually do, and see if that helps.
My friend in Florida went to the Dr. today for an odd rash that she has on her hand. She’s had it for a couple of weeks–and it turned out to be shingles. We always kid that we take turns for assorted disasters.
All I need right now would be a case of shingles.
On that joyful note, I’ll close.
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
That whole situation with the bison was ridiculous. I really feel for that guy. Thank goodness he’s recovering.
Staying up late and advancing your body clock usually works pretty well.