Sunday Morning,
6:07 AM
Awaken as always, bolting out of bed, directly into 18 mile run. Read paper while jogging, to maximize day when I return home.
6:33 AM
A quick breakfast of raw eggs, sliced artichoke hearts, and Fibre-O’s. Dictate speech for Obama’s inauguration, just in case I’m asked to participate.
7:02 AM
Peek in on Mrs. That Dan Guy, still purring like a kitten. Boy, twelve fingers of Peppermint Schnapps sure does put out her lights!!
7:29 AM
Restore antique furniture in my woodshop, which I designed from the ground up. Turned out to be easier than designing from the top down…
8:15 AM
Mrs. That Dan Guy still out like an alley cat on Saturday night. Probably dreaming of one day finally seeing AC-DC live in concert (if ONLY they would book a Calgary date for her!!).
8:47 AM
Being a mass of pent-up energy, I head back outside, jog another 18 miles, this time with a canoe on my shoulders, to paddle a bit on the Bow River. Far as I can tell, looks more like a button than a bow…
9:28 AM
Peek in on Sleeping Beauty. The morning sun glistens off her drooly cheek. Still unconscious…
10:17 AM
I’ve prepared a game hen for tonight’s dinner, just need to pop it into the oven later. Caught the game hen while on my jog – literally a free-range hen. Although, she did seem to be in some kind of pen…
11:11 AM
MTDG has arisen, early for a change. I prepare a breakfast sampler for her, but quietly, as her hangover is very sensitive this particular Sunday…
12:12 PM
I awaken from my dreaming, and discover that none of the above ever really happened. Even though it all felt sooo real…
Chow for now!!
Oh you are soooooooo lucky you put in that ending Mr!
ReplyDeleteYes, a dream indeed cowboy!
That's right folks...
ReplyDeleteAll just a dream...
Heh Heh Heh...