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Friday, June 09, 2006

It's 3 a.m.

...And I'm up. I can't sleep. I should be exhausted. Spent half the previous day out in the blazing sun on a broken down boat in the middle of a lake with 5 children and three other adults besides myself.

Ok, that sounds like a nightmare but it wasn't that bad. The kids were good, we all had fun. The boat got towed back to shore by some very nice people who kindly helped us out. I feel sorry for our friends though - it's gonna cost them some $$ to fix that boat.

I'm sunburned, my nose looks like Rudolph's. I used sunblock, I swear! I feel asleep early - right now I have no writing projects I want to work on late into the night (though I have things to do, none of it appeals at the moment).

But I woke up about 15 minutes ago and just laid there. Snuck out of bed and came to my office. Heard a coyote howling like mad. I really hate that sound sometimes. Reminds me of being young and they kept showing the commercial for "The Shining" with Jack Nicholson on TV. It was summertime, I was about 8 and at my grandparents' house. Went to bed, heard coyotes howling outside and all I could think about was Jack Nicholson with an ax. Begged my grandma to shut my window. She did. Love my grandma.

So now on hot nights when I hear coyotes, I think of Jack Nicholson and an ax. What's up with that? The mind does weird things, makes you associate certain moments in life with sounds, smells, etc.

Ok, I went off on a strange tangent. See what happens when you blog in the middle of the night?