Can’t Sleep The Clowns Will Eat Me

[Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Eighty Three]

Seriously, though, the sleep thing has been pretty miserable with rather high temperatures, but today the weather sobered up and got a bit more Autumn-like.

Sleep should be good tonight.

And 5am will be a little painful.

But welcome.

But first the news:

And also I’ve got a looming work deadline.

Want to see?

Cause this morning for the hacking stream, I totally just worked on the project.


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Obviously Still Figuring Out Five A.M.

[Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Seventy Eight]

Totally slept in this morning.

Totally know why.

Totally doing something about it.

But first the news:

The alarm went off between 0430 and 0500 and I didn’t consciously turn it off.

Dangerous, Leander.

Once you get used to turning off your alarm in your sleep, it’s hard to go back to actually waking up.

But, more importantly, I felt really DOWN this morning when I finally faced the day around 0630. And it wasn’t because I missed the earlier alarm clock, either.

I asked myself, “What’s wrong?”

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So We Bought A Pool

[Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Forty Six]

It’s day three of a seven or eight or million day streak of 29-32 degree highs.

We have one airco unit.

It’s in the kids room.

We have a ton of fans going.

I’m in power saver mode.

But first the news:

There are a million things that I wanted to tackle this week while on vacation but as of Friday I just… stopped… doing things.

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Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Thirty

[Poor Old Left]

When I started dance, I took mostly ballet classes with a few modern, tap, flamenco, and jazz classes on the side. But ballet was six days a week Monday through Saturday and I was GOOD.

Then I went to undergrad at the University of Southern Mississippi and while I was still damn good at ballet, it became OBVIOUS how much I sucked at EVERYTHING ELSE.

While the program required ballet and modern, pretty much all other dance forms were optional including JAZZ.


But first the news:

So why did I return to that jazz class year after year, semester after semester?


And the teacher was AMAZING.

She had a saying, everytime we did the second side and she knew it would suck – left is never as good as right – she’d lament, “Poor Old Left”

And we’d ATTACK it.

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Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Twenty Eight

[Not Broken, Just Heinously Bruised]

Good news!

Those three middle toes on the left foot that I used to fight the stairs and the stairs won?

Not broken.

But first the news:

Just horrifically totally bruised.

I’ll take it!

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