Day/Night flipped out

On Saturday after Thanksgiving I woke up feeling terrible. I had not felt good on Thanksgiving, and after Googling my symptoms (yes, you CAN Google anything) I decided I just had a cold. By the time Thanksgiving day was over I was in the throes of a common cold. Rats. Sore throat, coughing, nose running, you know. Had to work at 6 am the next morning, and by the time I got to work I was feeling like I had dodged the bullet. I had a good day. A good day on Super Friday as we call it at the store. We had a LOT of people at the store at 5:45 waiting on the doors to open. Busy all day.

By the time I finished dinner and slowed down to watch some TV I was miserable again. So I went to the drug store for an inhaler. While there I decided to drive through Wendy's and have a Frosty. Love them Frostys. At that point I was right near the entrance to the I-81 interstate and not wanting to go home yet for fear of just filling up again, I went on to work. At work I ran a report that I would need on Sunday. Not that it would get done on Sunday because I am off all weekend. But I ran the report so I could look it over.

Got home, went to bed, and woke up the next morning feeling like I just described. Got up about 9:45 and slipped a little later over to Jill's house where she and Todd and Georgiann were painting Jill's master bath and bedroom. Felt bad all day.

G & I went to my favorite place to eat, Sergio's in Bridgewater. New York style pizza and subs. I felt 300% better by the time we finished and returned home. I planned to go to bed about 10, but got seated at the computer looking up different things while listening to a CD G bought for us titled "Winter Songs" presented by the HOTEL CAFE featuring a number of Indie female artists, in particular some of my favorites like Ingrid Michaelson, Kate Havnevik and others.

Along about midnight, just before closing down and heading to bed, I got an email from my dear friend and Pastor. Read his email, replied and went to bed.

Bad choice. I couldn't sleep for wheezing, coughing and hacking. So got back up and began Googling each of the artists on this album. Read through most of their bios, their music, their shows and photos. Well, didn't particularly read their photos, just looked. It is always interesting to see the person behind the voice, especially when you like their music.

So here it is 3:30 am and I still have not slept at all. Now will I pay for it later today, Sunday? Pretty good chance I'd say. I know G has to do some shopping today. If left alone and to my own devices, I may be taking an afternoon nap. Which will only lead to me not sleeping as well and perhaps being up half the night again. Not good. Although I don't go to work Monday until 12, I do need to run by the health clinic and get blood drawn for the Dr. appointment I have the next Monday.

As much southern sweet ice tea as I have had in my 59 1/2 years you would almost believe I'd have tea in my veins. Although, it might be partially at fault for my high blood sugar. We did switch to Splenda a while back for that reason. I like it better than sugar, actually. Seems sweeter for the same amount.

If I am able to stay up I would like to get my two new porch railings sanded and a primer coat of KILZ on them. I have been "working" on them too long. Need to finish. Right now I have heard this Cd about 10 times in a row. And I still have to stop typing and listen to parts. Especially to Lenka sing All My Bells Are Ringing.

I discovered in my blogging and Googling the top 10 saddest songs in pop culture. It starts out with the Everly Brother's "So Sad to Watch Good Love go Bad." As I read down through them I had in my mind Roy Orbison. He would have to make the list. He did. Number 2. "It's Over." Now how sad is that? To realize your love for someone is done? Saddest words on earth, outside of spiritual things. And even sadder in my opinion than the song that was voted number 1.

I remember the very first time I heard this song. It was about 1981 or 1982, I was standing in the dean's office of the College of Mineral and Energy Research at West Virginia University. I worked for them for 7 years. And being country music fans in that office they always had the local country music station on. George Jones came over the airwaves singing, you betcha, "He Stopped Loving Her Today."

Allow me to quote the article from Yahoo.

"I don't care how hard-bitten you may be, I defy you not to get a lump in the throat from this 20-year-old classic of cornball liebestod. It's utterly transcendental--the most heartbreaking record ever made. "

Now if the word liebestod throws you, it's OK. I wasn't sure. According to the Oxford Dictionary it means love-death and is attributed to the German opera writer Wagner. He used the word in his opera Tristan und Isolde. No, I am not familiar with it either. I knew he wrote Die Wakure and I am familar with that music. It is known in English as Ride of the Valkeries.

4 am. The carriage turned into a pumpkin about 4 hours ago and the footmen ran off into the field. And here I sit with a glass slipper in my hand. Alas. She is gone. I didn't even get her cell phone number. Drat.