Sunday night, always a bad night for me as far as sleep is concerned. I'll go to bed and lay awake for a couple of hours until I finally get sleepy. Not that I don't like my job or am dreading anything...I think it is just that all new beginnings cause me a bit of anxiety. History repeats itself every 12 days...But the cat is asleep..okay the cat is always asleep...smiles..I have a fire going and have finished my cooking for the day...I am writing this with the strains of the blues throughout the place. I love the blues...always have. The blues sounds like the way life ought to be...alive, emotional, vibrant but always appreciated best through a frosty glass or a whiskey darkly...Not that i drink a lot...but drink has always been a companion. I hate getting drunk though, I have learned my lesson there...for now...never say never..and it's not even the hang over that I really hate...it's the feeling that I loose my taste for it at a certain point after having too much..

I don't ever want to feel I've lost a taste for anything I enjoy...so I won't say I'm moderate in all things..I just enjoy the craving rather than the saturation point...smiles. The destination used to be the point..now the travel is more important..I stopped trying to get anywhere a while ago. I do want to continue the trip though..smiles.

As someone once told me, "I don't care where the bus is going, I just don't want to get off"...

So goodnight all..enjoy the trip and don't forget to tip your servers...