awakeI saw the clock about 4 a.m. this morning and figured that I'd just stay up the rest of the night. I was sleepy as all hell, but had no desire to climb into bed. Yesterday, I slept in until almost 2 p.m. Yet, in the wee hours of this morning, I felt as though I would miss out on something if I slept. So I browsed strange Web sites and loaded my mind with more useless information. (Did you know that the Boy Scouts re-introduced the Wolverine as a patrol patch in 1991?) Then, I decided to clear my mind and work my body a bit. It's crazy how much better you feel after a brisk 30-minute power walk in the autumn air. Or perhaps you just feel crazy...
I came in and gave Alex a call. She's in Houston for business meetings and I knew she had to be somewhere by 7 a.m. and would be awake. I apologized for being a deepweed and although she sounded much more sleepy with about four hours sleep than I did with none, she sounded more accepting of my sorrow. Of course, she asked if we couldn't call me a dipstick instead as she knew what that was. I figured that a deepweed sounded like something I didn't want to be, yet was still something most folks couldn't figure out. That's appropriately Fletch.
