I think the new meds are working as I can't sleep tonight. I went for a jog earlier this evening and I think for the first time in my life, exercise might be giving me energy.
Middle of the night TV is interesting, as I get to finally see something about my neighbor (and Brian's idol) Rob, and Arena football. It plays up against hair straightening imfomertials, make money with no money down and Tony Robbins. Thank God for late night Arena football re-runs...
Every time I look at Rob as he walks to his door, I gaze at his massive football size and think, "Oh dear lord there goes the size of man Brian is going to be ... how in the hell am I going to feed Brian?" Lot's of potatoes...?...
Brian starts baseball camp next week. I imagine the Irish side of my family twisting in their graves with glee. "God bless the baseball player" is an intricate part of my family's Irish prayers. All hail the bat, glove and the pitchers mound. My ancestors would rise up from the grave to kiss me if Brian gets into boxing as well. Last week, Brian watched Cinderella Man with me and we both yelled at the TV, as if it was happening live in our living room. He then asked me hundreds of questions on boxing. His dad is an x boxer (oh no) ... what happened to my Scientist boy?
I should note that when he was at his Dad's this week he called to remind me Nova was discussing sun particles and wanted to know if I had it on TV too. He went on to tell me all about the universe (which he is obsessed). I grinned, as I thought, "Good, my geek boy is still in there somewhere."
Although,if he does grow up to be like our neighbor and marry a woman as nice (and as together) as his wife, then my world will be complete.
Just please St. Jude ... no Rugby ...
Until next time-
C
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