Sleep.  Ahhhhh.  Sleep.  What a difference a good night's sleep makes.  I could work, function, live yesterday after my good night's sleep.  We'll see if it carries over to today.

We're having a bit of a Patches issue with his choosing toys that are not his.  Like the used razor cartridge he picked up out of the trash can and was chewing on.  (It's a good thing that DROP IT has become an obeyed command).  Or Dave's running shorts found chewed through with holes after Patches took them on a field trip into the back yard.  Or a pair of my "nundies" which Dave found outside in the ivy.  It used to only be shoes which went for field trips.  Now anything within a collie snout's reach is elligible. Walking out and finding clothing strewn about the yard does not make one a candidate for neighbor of the year.

We're off to G'boro for my bro's birthday tonight.  Dave starts a 23 mile run at 5:00 am tomorrow morning (4:00 am wake up call).  I'm just doing 10 so I can sleep until 6.  Tomorrow night was supposed to be the opening concert for the symphony, but the orhestra is on strike.  (I'm on the orchestra's side on this one but thank goodness Catherine left town when she did!)  Sunday is a welcome-back-to-school event with the grad students.  Our weekend's plans make me weary. 

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