Well, I'm a bit tired, tonight. Not sure why. All I did was catch up on some housework, surf the net, do some research for two plays I'm thinking about--just casual notes, may not write them--if ever, for quite a while yet--, I read a bit, played with the cats, took a short (unplanned) nap, watched a Dr Who DVD and made dinner. I shouldn't be tired...maybe I am anemic again? Or depressed? My foot hurts of course, but I'm pretty well getting used to that, by now--it's just a background sort of pain, really. It's there, I notice it, certainly, but...I'm just getting so used to it, it isn't wearing me down like it was. Which is good, I think.

So, I've a long week ahead--scheduling change again. I have reduced hours on Sunday, 2 to 5.30--which is a good thing, but Monday to Thursday I am back to working split shifts: 10-3 then 6 to 10. What a drag--but, it does give me two days off, which is nice-and, on a weekend, as well--even nicer still.

Bit of a drag tho', the split shift. I mean, I get home around twenty after three (used to take 7 minutes, tells you how gimpy I am--just call me "Peg-leg." ;) ) I have lunch, check my e-mails--maybe lay down for a half-hour or forty-five minutes, or surf the net, or tidy up--whatever. By five, I'm just getting relaxed and in the groove--and I have to go back to work at half-past to start my shift at six. What a drag...but, can't be helped.

Still, night shift, tho' I'll never be keen on working nights, is much more relaxed and laid back than day shift.

Windy, tonight--about 10 to 15 mph, with gusts over 20mph. I thought it might rain, but the weather report says not 'till Thursday, possible storms, then. Going to be a fantastic week, weatherwise--not too hot, not too cold, sunny to partly cloudy. All in all, fine weather indeed.

I used to love flying kites in this weather. Don't laugh--but I even used to, when I lived in the little Adirondack mill town (as in the now abandoned original International Paper company mill), there is a public beach on the Hudson river, and the town's athletic field as well, is right on the palisades overlooking the Palmer Falls dam--great places to fly a kite--well, the athletic field, you sort of have to watch the powerlines from the dam--still, it was great fun--and people in Corinth are so--well, "normal," that they don't get all snooty and think you daft (me being in my late-30's at the time) for flying a kite at your age. In fact, they thought it was nice, some of them, anyway.

One of my co-workers is going to be in a pool championship, at the billiards pallor downtown, tonight. He's a quiet chap--I don't have much contact with him, he's B2B (business to business) and I'm B2C (business to consumer)--still, he's a very nice young man, and I hope to hear, on Monday, that he's done well. I've not played in years--used to play a lot, as a kid. They had a big 100-year-old slate pool table, in the fire hall, as well as a dart board. Dad would go on Saturday afternoons, hang out with his buddies in the firehouse bar, I'd go and mess about with the pool table. Same deal with the VFW bar, (Veterans of Foreign Wars) in the basement of mum's old library building. And, my friend, Nattie, her family had one as well. So, you'd think I'd be halfway decent at playing pool, wouldn't you? Nope. I'm rubbish.

Well, we had a bowling alley just down the hill and across the tracks from the street I grew up on, and I can't bowl worth a darn. And, our village had a small lake with a beach, just up the road--literally at the top of the hill, went there all the time, for 20 summers--yet, my swimming abilities very much leave something to be desired. However, I'm...okay, at darts..welll, sometimes--alright, once in a blue moon. We had an indoor mini-golf place, for a few years, and I can sometimes hold my own with a putter--and sometimes not. And, I'm not half bad--given lots of practice--at horseshoe pitching--"lots of" being the operative word, here.

I used to be pretty good at plinking empty soda cans with my friends B.B. rifle. I can throw a rope pretty well--just not at a moving cow or horse..or anything that walks, trots or runs--but I can nail that plastic calf head, or that mean old tree stump almost every time, ha-ha. And, after years of lessons, I can walk, jog and lope a horse--and probably not fall off. :))

Considering that I grew up a 15 minutes drive from downtown Albany, NY--a good 50 miles away from the nearest cowboy, and never owned a horse--or a cow, I don't think that's half bad, ey?