I went to bed at Midnight, woke up at Three AM. I tried to go back to sleep. I really did try. But once the wheels start turning inside the old noggin (figuratively, OK?) stopping them is hard.

I went downstairs to deal with the dishwasher,unloading clean, loading dirty. Now I’m waiting for Northbound #98, the Silver Meteor, to pass through Ashland. It is on time. The decaf has been brewed. This is recycle day. I need to get the crap to the curb, for whatever good that does.

Most days, I could just cry. Exhaustion. Outrage at the brutality endemic through humankind.. Sexual frustration. Physical pain. But a train through town brings out the little boy in me. It reminds me that there is adventure to be had.

Later, comrades.