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!!