Ffolkes

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question…
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

~~ T. S. Eliot, “Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock” ~~

Dublin, Ireland

Good morning, ffolkes. Last night, Wednesday night, I spent in Dublin, having flown from San Francisco on a flight with a connection in Washington D.C.. Total time from walking out my door (at 0630 Tuesday) to falling into a bed at 12 noon Wednesday for a nap, was about 29 hours, or a bit more. When I managed to get a bit of rest, and some dinner, I hit the rack at 7 PM to engage in my nightly battle to sleep, this time with the added complications of extreme fatigue, jet-lag, and no MMJ…. Ack!

I am happy to say, though it was a pitched battle, during which I think the bed took the greatest damage, I won. I slept until 0300, almost soundly, and feel much better, even though once again in the position of being up, waiting for the remainder of the world to wake up. Ah well, I’ve a full Irish breakfast to look forward to, so, I’m happy, and, full of anticipation for the day….

This is all you get today, as I need to get organized, plan some stuff, and acquire some necessary items; an ‘errand’ day, with research, handily handled by a reasonably good internet connection. Tomorrow, or the next day, I’ll try to get some pictures up, if I can get any good ones…. But, mainly, I’ll be out there in the BBR, meeting the people, and dancing the dance…. I don’t intend to spend a lot of time online, as I can do that anytime, anywhere, these days.

So, see ya in a couple days, or less, or more…. who knows, and who cares? I’m on the road again….

 Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
   and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

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“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

Kowabunga!