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The Forth Dimension. Oh I know. INTRIGUING.

But here goes anyway. Apologizing for the mediocrity of previous entry. Further review rates it a C, possibly a C+. Just like high school.

I naturally have a good excuse(s) however I will only slide one (1) in here now. I was ‘tired’.

TIRED?

You heard me.

The night before at the Seminary was good, perhaps great however the QUALITY of rest was lacking.

EXPLAIN. POR FAVOR

The meal at Vallarta was over-indulgent. Instead of stopping with the best ceviche north of Brownsville, I continued with the Pescado Empanizada. A HUGE IOW ‘too much’ fried catfish of which your gluttonous correspondent took half back to 225 for ‘breakfast’. Just in case.

I finished it BEFORE bed painting shorebirds and with the tv on.

YOU WATCHED TELLY ?

Yes but don’t tell anyone por favor. It can be our private little secret. (insert winking smiley face)

I was an awful experience. Each time I tell myelf 'NEVER AGAIN' will I waste my time in such a fashion.

After using the ‘scorecard’ of available channels to ‘surf’, I was shocked that commercials were running concurrently on so many different channels. Finally settling on a station that was NOT running a commercial at that moment, I just left it there and continued to paint and FULLY utilizing the ‘MUTE’ button on the remote to achieve inner peace.

The program was appalling. One program was about a basketball player, a hot shot at Michigan, turned pro after signing for millions, blew it on booze, strippers and bad real estate deals going so far as evicting his foster mother from the house he bought her etc.

One of the prosecutors interviewed finally said his actions went beyond criminal and crossed over to ‘stupid.’ An HONEST answer. On TV !!

Another, ‘Three members of a family of four are murdered just up the road in OK (Duncan) and the son was the prime suspect. Well, he finally confessed and I was wondering how they were going to get 30 minutes out of this open and shut case. (?)

Well, you guessed it if you said ‘more commercials’.

This kid was a teenage shopaholic. I thought he sounded gay but showed definate effeminate qualites AND that is just me. Speaking freely.

Yes. Tired from a less that adequate sleep or nights rest but prime lesson learned eat lighter.

Also and this will be tougher to regulate, dialing down the adrenaline. The strange bed, covers & sheets were clean and comfy but the pillows were physically upsetting and only marginally comfortable.

I awoke early in anticipation and again blame adrenaline, first checking the weather on the smartphone leaving the telly off and truly enjoying the peace & quiet.

Also tiring was the preps and stress getting dressed for inclement weather. The onion layers totaled six (6) and had to be selected carefully before leaving the cloud, a then picked to be even color coordinated as each was peeled off. No article or total sould be too tight to be restrictive and non-binding. When golfing, one must be able to swing freely. MUST.

Near the end Keith was in shirt sleeves. I was not going to go that far and risk a ‘chill’ and found the warmth of 3-5 (whatever) remaining layers added to my strength and stamina down the stretch. In fact, a couple of instances I felt perspiration and the innermost undershirt adhering to my lower back. This kept me loose and moving freely thru the mechanics of the swing.

Playing and ‘socializing’ with three (3) complete and total strangers was stressful and draining.

James, the eldest of the group with the health issues and my cart buddy driver, was not a problem while he was there but recall he left half way thru so I had to drive the cart myself and THEN make nice chat with the other two (2) players who self-disclosed were each having a ‘bad day’ which I did not dispute. They both hit some real clunkers and I could actually FEEL the pain.

The drive home was stressful. I caught the first wave of rush hour after the ad hoc shopping adventure. The J Crew crew & show was a fun exchange and the Pottery Barn provided a little artistic inspiration but there was some eye candy encountered that was just stunning.

PIG !!

What??

Honey if I can’t LOOK, plant me so dust off the broom and carry on.

OK. So you have some idea now why the last effort was sub-par and excuse the AWFUL pun.

I am measuring the Dark Hour as I am thinking here now that it is actually LONGER and perhaps two (2, dos) hours. Standby or check back for that confirmation factoid.

Today’s agenda is paint to completion three (3) shorebirds. Work on the next speculation sign and perhaps a couple of other quick popcorn signs. You know, cheap, quick and dirty for thrifty gifts this Saturday.

I need to show progress on the Christmas card design like final layout and get to the printer SOON.

The annual Christmas letter needs to be put to paper and printed. I am 100% certain I can fill two sides of a sheet of paper with THAT spin vehicle.

The alarm just went off and I am ESTIMATING now that the ‘Dark Hour’ is actually LONGER as we approach the ‘longest day’ or ‘shortest night’ or equinox.

Help EMMA !!

I am pressed for time, feel a pre-dawn nap sneaking up and may take a rest until daylight ruins everything.

I wonder if vampires … (?)