Creepy, tonight I am awake still , had a few hours of fitful sleep last night and not expecting much tonight either .

Extremely cold, thanks Kris for the arctic Canadian Blast. The wind is howling like a banshee rattling everything and flying junk around. Add some snow to the mix and tis not a night fit for man nor beasties. Not that there was any intention of going out in it, but do have to go out tomorrow to run an errand and head over to the hospital as well.

Stayed up last night with a book that was hardly worth reading but forced myself thru it . Titled My Sister, My Love , by Joyce C Oates. Basically it was a fictional twist on the JonBenet Ramsey  story told from the vantage point of the fictional brother, it might have been a good story minus the foot notes and the ramblings(kinda like my blog lol) that were too frequent and it just was more story then it needed to be in that format.

Well I guess I should try for some rest. If not there is always another book or a slew of infomercials to bore me to death.

Hoping for sleep where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies …. Did I just write that , ear worm is seeping out to my typing

“Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden-rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful land of Nod.” – Ella Wheeler Wilcox