Deep In The Forrest

Oh and I totally forgot to tell about my 'near miss' this morning. I guess I was so busy thinking about the current issues of the day. Without starting an "official rant" on Memphis drivers, I will just begin by saying that when coming off an interstate ramp, you are supposed to "Yield" to anyone in lanes that are already present on said road/highway/interstate. First off, I was in the right hand lane having to pass some bozo who was going 20 MPH, and I was in a hurry (not that I was driving my most cautious either), but this freakazoid comes off the interstate ramp, and I have a feeling he was trying to beat me or something, he's plowing down through there, the person I am passing is on the left hand side, and I am trying to get past the exit ramp before he gets off, and he nearly causes a "Sandwich" collision. I have to honk my horn and cuss at the idiot. Guess he was determined to get off the interstate ramp at all costs, but I swear, he did...

( Meanwhile, at the Forrest , while the rest of the world sleeps peacefully...) 2:00 a.m. I wake up, freaking out thinking that I am running late. Oddly, I feel perfectly refreshed (wide-awake in fact) and ready to start the day. However, looking at the clock when I realize it is only 2 a.m., I force myself to go back to sleep and catch 'a few more winks'. 5:40 a.m. the alarm begins its daily act of terrorism, but I don't hear it until closer to 6:00. 5:55 a.m. I roll over slightly and nudge Richie, telling him it is '6 and ask him (rather inaudibly) if we're going to the gym'? To be a good sport, I nudge him a couple more times, he seems unresponsive so I hit the snooze button and settle back into my feather pillow. 6:20something, I hit the snooze again and then again a few more times... by now, feeling sleepy enough to probably sleep until noon. 7:14 a.m. I jump up, and begin the arduous task of opening my now sleep-welded eyes. 7:25 a.m. I enter the shower, w...