AAR

Augh. Up all night. Again. “Sleeping in shifts” would be a more appropriate term, actually. My head hit the pillow around 2130 last evening or thereabouts and I awoke around 0200. And stayed awake until 0530. The smart thing to do would have been to put today’s post up early…but Noooo. When 0530 rolled around I was well and truly tired, too tired to write anything…meaningful or otherwise. The good news is I slept well, once I got to sleep “for good.”

And now I find myself behind the power curve. A strange statement, that. How can one be “behind the power curve” if one has no responsibilities beyond those that are self-imposed? The answer, or the best answer I can muster, is residual Type A behavior.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

A Very Brief AAR… Which stands for “After Action Report,” a misnomer if there ever was one, in this case. Mainly because there was no action yesterday beyond the normal rhythms of life: Get up, drink coffee, make the rounds, do chores, fix meals, clean up, recreate (Tee Vee, a little light music, reading), bed. I gave an ever-so-brief nod towards “my special day” in that I cooked (as opposed to nuked) dinner…kielbasa simmered in half a bottle of Fat Tire and sauerkraut…and enjoyed the last of the Partagas stash in conjunction with three fingers of single malt, both taken outside in the warm evening air.

Extra added attraction: The Wings were on Versus last night and beat Anaheim, 1-0 in a great defensive struggle. A much different game than the classic I posted about yesterday, but entertaining none the less. The win moved the Wings into a three-way tie for first overall in the league, along with division rival Nashville and the Buffalo Sabres.

Today’s Pic: More from the Family Archives. This lady is Estelle Wood, my maternal grandmother. The photo was taken sometime in the 1920s and that is an educated guess, at best. One would assume the photo was taken in Atlanta as my grandmother was born, raised, and lived her entire life in that city.