Saturday

I woke up late on Saturday, after spending a night having nightmares that woke me up, over and over... Most involved being in the hospital after smashing my bike up, back in the day. I have no idea why my brain went there...

But there was something definitely scary about being told you were going to have to have your leg amputated. So, I guess my subconscious focused on that... Hospitals = scary.

Thanks, Carl.

So, I missed my massage. And, I really needed that.

I shaved and showered. I decided to go grocery shopping on Sunday and devote the day to the latest project: Getting the wood scraps in the garage cleaned up. It's a mess out there!

So, I pulled the truck outside. I clamped a stop on the chop saw, set at 16 inches. Then I ran every damn bit of scrap wood through it. If I can figure out how to haul it, I'll give it all to my brother Carl for his fireplace.

I quit about 6:00 p.m. I completely forgot about Evy's supper, but I was starving (no breakfast or lunch) so I grabbed a can of Hormel chili and warmed that up. I ate it with some plain old saltine crackers, watching the news. 

Then I took a nap.

I woke up in time to watch the 11:00 p.m. news and then Saturday Night Live.It was hosted by Ronda Rousey (one of my heroes) and it was just okay. I think they could have giving her a lot more lines/time, but, oh well...

Then I went to bed, hoping I wouldn't replay that hospital shit. Except for Mary. I almost forgot about Mary. God, that lady had a perfect body...