I just can’t sleep. I’m physically exhausted. I just can’t let go of being awake. I don’t get it.

One hour and forty minutes into 2020 and I find it looks a lot like 2019. I can remember when The Old Year was represented by a white-bearded Father Time carrying a scythe. The New Year was a baby wearing a diaper and a sash bearing the number of the new year. I don’t see those two figures very often any more.

I just made a pot of decaf. I am watching old Warner Brothers Merrie Melodies and Looney Tunes cartoons. I must have seen these cartoons countless times over my lifetime. This particular collection has a lot of World War Two themed cartoons with Bugs, Daffy, Porky and Elmer giving der Führer what for.

J has been resting well with the kidney stone. It must have shift to a less irritating position.

I could be just plain old bored. I don’t want to sleep because something interesting might come along and I would miss it. That and the tears are always pressing against my eyes but never forthcoming.

Happy New Year.

Kidney stone. J is miserable. She is upstairs with a heating pad and all the pain relief acetaminophen can afford, thanks to the government policy that keeps pain-relieving drugs out of the hands of the suffering.

This is the Horatio Greenough statue of Washington, completed around 1835. Greenough was the first academically trained American sculptor yet this work has consistently met with ridicule. (I don’t know why?!)

Here are some modern takes on this oeuvre.

There is tons O’Fun available with this,

This is from MLB.com:

These Rookies Flashed Amazing Tools.

Really? I guess the folks at MLB.com have pristine imaginations, unlike this writer.

Remember Beavis & Butthead? “He said ‘tool’.”

Staying up til 230 AM was not a very good idea. I should go back to bed, but after J woke me up when she went to work, I’m having problems.

It is fatigue, sadness, loneliness all rolled into one. I told J I wanted her to retire when is eligible for her full Social Security benefit at age 66. I don’t know if she will that is a year away.

I don’t want to go to Mass today.

Somebody hug me.

Loveliest of days, sunlight spent, wrapped now in darkness. House lights keep the time alive. As work is done till rest commands.

Lovers know of lust and urge, kiss. Caress, press and rub, growl and trill.

Night calls to the lonely. Find your lover in your dreams.