Day Off, Sort of!

Sorry I’m late. Again.

Wow, am I exhausted, gang. Emotionally. I’m really having trouble snapping out of it. And not just because of Nancy’s death, but because everywhere I look right now, nothing makes sense. My brain can’t process anything.

I need a stay-cation so badly.

I am so tempted to call off sick for tomorrow– to give the Agency a big head start, trying to find someone who will cover a 10-hr shift….

But then I remember how much the client said they appreciated me last week and I feel like I can’t call in sick if I’m not truly sick… I’m just exhausted.

So anyway. On we go.

(Oh, looks like the Government is finally re-opening. The Senate just voted.)

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Since tomorrow is Tuesday (I can’t call it “Terrible Tuesday” anymore because it makes me feel guilty now, knowing how much my client wants me there). Anyway, I won’t be posting to the blog tomorrow–

So, an early Happy Veterans Day to one and all!

Long-time readers of this lofty blog no doubt recall, that my ancestors fought in the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, WWII, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War.

And while I could conceivably be a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution, since my birth certificate says “Father Unknown,” I can’t prove that I am part of the May family bloodline. (And my birth father is dead now.)

But the Mays not only fought in the Revolutionary War, and knew Thomas Jefferson, they also played a big part in founding the State of Kentucky. And they also knew — and explored Kentucky with — Daniel Boone.

I’m only bringing this particular stuff up, because it came up last night while I was at my shift with the retired Minister. We were watching a few reruns of the old Daniel Boone TV show from the late 1960s. That show takes place around Maysville, which is a town in Kentucky, on the Ohio River, founded by my Uncle John (put a bunch of “great-greats” in front of that).

Well, I could go on and on about my ancestors in the State of Kentucky, but I won’t.

Just try to honor Veterans Day tomorrow, if you live here in the States.

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This morning, when I’d gone back to bed with my cup of coffee, and totally collapsed (after having had 7 hours of sleep last night), I was listening to this on my retro boombox:

And it brought back memories from over 20 years ago, when I lived on Spring Garden Street with Mikey Rivera, in Easton, Pennsylvania.

We had a little CD player in the bedroom, and I would often play Nat King Cole while making the bed in the morning, getting ready to start the day.

I was a full-time writer back then, and always under constant deadlines. I miss those days.

But anyway!

Here’s my beloved desk back then (yes, I had a fax machine!):

And here’s the house we rented our apartment in. (House on the right.) Our apartment was on the second floor, on the left:

It was only one house away from the Delaware River. We could easily see New Jersey from the kitchen window, and the foothills of the Pocono Mountains from the living room window.

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Okay.

Last night, I started watching Episode 2 of “My Life As A Rolling Stone“.

Episode 2 is the interview with Keith Richards. It is great! I liked it so much better than the interview with Mick, but mostly because Keith is so easy going and animated and emotional.

I stopped watching right before 1968, when things are going to start going really bad for Keith for quite a while. I will watch that part tonight. But I am really enjoying the series. And I am LOVING my family room again, gang.