Sleeeeepy, meandering mind...

I slept until 9 o'clock today. That's pretty late for me - even on my day off. What's worse is that I could have slept even longer, but I tend to get a headache if I lay in bed too long.

Can't really think even still. Some things that have happened lately...

• I've made three trips to Dupont Hospital in the last two days (60 miles roundtrip). I like this hospital, because you can find a parking spot, it's easy to get in and out, and it's easy to get around in. I just wish it wasn't so far away. I feel bad for the lady who found out she has cancer. She was planning to have a hysterectomy and then go on a cruise.
• Jane and I had supper with daughter Carrie Jade and a "friend" last night. Still not sure what kind of friend John is, but I'll say this... he is one smart cookie. The first thing he says to me is, "So, who do you think the next coach of the Cowboys will be?" :) A really nice guy - even for an IU and Notre Dame fan (that's probably an oxymoron, since IU and ND fans are all morons - oops, did I say that out loud!?). :) Nah... we liked him. It was fun.
  
• Yesterday when I went to my office I found the water had froze in the church. Argh. Why does it always have to be so cold outside when this happens? I had to go out back to the well pit and slide the lid off, then dangle myself head-first down inside to fetch the heat lamp. Yep... the bulb had burned out. So I put TWO lamps in, and it thawed things out right quickly. At least it wasn't a Sunday morning. That's the worst time to find the water frozen. Standing in the shower with a head full of shampoo isn't a good time either.
  
• Last night I stood and looked out the back door for a long time. It was midnight and with a snowcovered ground it looked... pretty. It was really, really bright out. Sometimes living in the midwest is so cool. I can't imagine living anywhere else. Though that doesn't mean I might not someday. But I like being a midwesterner. It was a nice few minutes (especially so from a toasty warm house).
• I am glad I'm not tall. Well, of course, I wish I were a little taller than I am (I'm about 5'7", maybe 8). But just think if you were 7 feet tall. What would you be expected to do? Play basketball, of course. But what if that's not what you "wanted" to do? I mean, just because someone is tall, does that mean they can't want to be an artist or a writer or an accountant??? I'm glad I have the opportunity to be whatever I want to be. There are no external expectations placed on me. As I watched the Suns and the Spurs play last night, I just felt bad for all those tall guys, and wondered how many of them are really living their dreams? How many of them play basketball because they HAVE to? I dunno. Maybe the money makes it worth it, but it wouldn't be for me. Just the travel would probably kill me.
• Speaking of travel, I should probably start thinking about what to take to San Diego. We leave Tuesday. I'm ready to go, but not looking forward to the trip. I'm claustrophobic, so airplanes are not my favorite thing to be in. I also have equilibrium issues. So I fly kind of like David Puddy - if you've ever seen that Sienfeld episode where he just sits and stairs at the back of the seat in front of him. It's hard to read or sleep or anything else... I pretty much just try to space out and not be dizzy. Hmm... some people might suggest I got through life like that. :)

Welp, the coffee cup is empty. I might not accomplish too much today. Peace.