Up again.

Which is to be expected, as it’s nearly noon. Actually, I got up at 9:00 when the phone rang (doc’s office) – I’d re-gone to bed at about 3:00 a.m. I judge that to be enough sleep.

Some Maine plans:

– Going to the Yarmouth Clam Festival (here’s their official website).
– Sailing on Casco Bay, with a lobster bake on one of the islands.
– Hiking in Acadia National Park.
– Partying at Old Orchard Beach.
– Poking around in the Old Port, and probably Freeport.
– Exploring Route One from Portland to Bar Harbor, and hopefully stopping in Rockland to eat at Conte’s.
– Speaking of eating – gonna go to J’s Oyster and The Lobster Shack at Two Lights.
– Fitting as many visits to the frozen custard stand as can possibly be managed. One of my absolute FAVORITE memories with my grandmother.
– The ubiquitous visit to the Portland Head Light.

Yeah, I’m starting to get just a leeeetle excited, here.

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Okay, enough dorking around on the internet. I have a trip to Home Depot in my immediate future, followed by working out, sun bathing, and cool tubbing!

Up.

It’s 1:21 a.m.

We went to bed at about 9:45, and I think I woke up at around 12:30. Ozzy, who has taken to sleeping ON my feet at night, was having a dream or grooming himself or something, and woke me up. Since then my brain has been switched to the “on” position, and I have contemplated the following:

– It’s going to be a pain in the ass it’s going to be to travel with all of my camera gear. I’m going to have to keep the laptop and camera body accessible for inspection through security. I’m going to need to pack the cleaning fluid in my check-in luggage.

– Said luggage is going to be heavy, because we’re packing for ten days, and maybe I should just buy a couple of new suitcases since the ones we have are pretty much beat to hell. And they should have TSA-approved locks.

– Oh yeah, last time I flew I got bitched at by security because I left my inhaler in my purse instead of putting it in a separate baggie. I need to remember to buy slip-on shoes. Not sandals, though, because my feet will kill by the end of the day.

– We live in an age where a Twitter persona can get his own television show. And now that he has, I’ve noticed that Dad doesn’t seem to have as much Shit to say. Probably keeping all the material for the show, now.

– I probably ought to go get a massage tomorrow. And go to Home Depot.

– I don’t want to get up because I’m comfortable and would like to sleep. But I keep tossing around and Bill has to get up for work in a few hours and I’m sure I’m disturbing him.

– WHY does having a cat on my feet make me so hot in general?