...Actually, I've been on since shortly after Six. ;)
The E.P. had to be at the MARC train by Six so he can leave early and be home tonight at Six so we can drive to the Election Worker Training class together.
Plus Mom's car is in the shop, so after I dropped the E.P. off I gassed up the Camry, came home, logged on, and made coffee, as in a few minutes I'll be off taking Mom to work, with a layover at a local farm so I can feed the dogs. Then on the way home... I stop at another farm to feed a different dog. =)
Heroes
SPOILER ALERT! If you don't want to know (i.e. you live in Malaysia and the season is delayed) skip this paragraph........NOW!.........OK, so, I think that Mr. P must be like his sons (and if you're watching, you know which ones I mean.) I think that since he's still alive yet somewhat incapacitated, he's more like S than P, or else he wouldn't have a tracheotomy but a bullet in the back of his head. I think he has some natural human disease -- cancer or something that keeps people bedridden - and that's why the Co. left him alone and he's not on Level 5. I'm intrigued (and disgusted) by Mr. M and Dr. S -- will it turn out to be a Jekyll and Hyde story? We can't lose our narrator! Which is one reason I truly think there's a real possibility this season that my two fav. characters are going to swap places and Sy will kill P to take his powers so that he as GG can go back in time and save everything. Fan grrl: Aw HELL yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I daresay this sh*t is better than Star Trek, because you had to wait 5 seasons for the stories to start getting this twisted. (Of course you knew the characters like family by then... we're still learning about all these people!)
SPOILER OVER!
It's now 6:40 AM... what else did I want to share this morning? =)
The full moon was brilliant, golden and opal through the drifting opaque, light slicing clouds thin as rice paper. It coyly hung from the heavens not far the treetops watching us with a sly smile as we drive across the river. The bridge itself shied away from the laughter and fun of the Moulin-Rouge moon, blanketed by a soft mist which did little to hide us from the penetrating stare of bright silver light. Gorgeous.
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