Good Morning at Five PM

I have a strange lack of vanity lately. Standing outside in the middle of the afternoon waiting for the dogs to pee. I am in my very baggy jammies, my hair is going every which way.
Don't care, where is the coffee?
I am learning to be a bit more assertive...Oh how I hate that. I had to boot a homeless man out of the hotel lobby, I feel bad, but he cannot hang around and use the telephone and computer that is provided for the guests. I had to go upstairs at three A M and quell a bunch of loud drunks on the sixth floor... Again.
I am still fighting the flu, but its going away fast. Tonight I work the grave yard shift again at the state house inn in beautiful downtown Boise Idaho.

Let it fly out the way it flu in

I got the flu. I feel achey and cranky. I digress into odd thoughts and half ideas that I cannot finish.
I think of Jeff Johnson, AKA Frog Lips. Now singing dreaded country western with a band named Cole train.
I have a lot of "what ifs" concerning Jeff. We should have been friends for a lot longer then we were.
I am here, and he doesn't search for me. I should have known that he didn't wish to find me or he would have.
He said he loved me to his cousin several years ago. Since that several years ago stint, I have been single eleven years, and had a baby boy, not in that order.
So, most of the time I am quite content with the life I have forged for myself, and most of the time I embrace the loneliness and count my blessings. The other times I think of Jeff and wonder why we cannot make our own destiny, then it occurs to me, we don't really want to.

Good Morning Sherman

Strange dreams fill the night, death and finality. Dunno, I haven't been morbid lately, only retrospective. Alone isn't so bad, and how can one say alone when I am surrounded by so many people?
I need to apply myself more, instead I sit at my computer in my jammies with my little dog in my lap, he is going to eat the keyboard now.