kyburg | Send it to ZOOM!

Ghad, it's amazing how much more productive I can be with enough sleep. Not all the sleep I can get, just more than five hours. Two more than that, and I can take a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson. Okay, that's stretching it a bit.

But, dayim.

Good thing, life is busy and not looking to let up anytime soon.

Spice's ashes are ready for pickup - am I dragging my feet when I keep telling Jim not to rush over there just to get them? I mean - what the heck are we going to DO with them once they're home? We didn't purchase the pretty cedar urn with the photo plate, after all.

*shuffles* Yeah, this is the first time I've had a pet cremated. Don't look at me like that.

I don't want to tempt fate and put that container on a shelf somewhere it could get knocked over. You understand.

Jim's suggest scattering the ashes at Cliff's grave - which has some merit, she was his last dog...or taking her to pier and letting fly. Neither of these is getting a good gut reaction, so if you have any suggestions, the mike is open.

I know I'm forgetting something. What - well, who knows. All I know is that I'm amazed at the response being - well - mean is getting. Y'all are weird, I've said that. Is it something of a life lesson to find out most of my worst moments where when I was trying to be kind - and my best are when I'm being harsh? Jeeeeeeez.

Running away now....