Another sleepless night. Joe and I stayed up late, mostly him since he is on the East Coast, to finish the Sally Insider Buying Alerts distribution. Here's the link to the Sally Insider information page that explains the emails we hope will be going out later today. Thanks Joe, for giving up your weekend to put it all together.
Up again at 3:00am here in Eastern Washington, waiting for another trading day, Imus on the TV across the room and "All The Roadrunning" playing in my head. A stunning, poignant, poetic collection of songs and harmonies by Mark Knopfler and Emmy Lou Harris. "If This is Good-bye," haunts. Haven't been touched my music since I was another person. If this is what it took, it was worth it. Buy it.
Last Thursday I was hiking across the mountain top across the way from my house. Dirt trails up and down steep to flat terrain wrapping through a quiet, beautiful forest. Down a steep decline, trying to get back on the path, I tripped on a loose rock and fell head first down about five feet and face-first across the flat stone and dirt path. Blood dripped from the abrasions on my face and head, my left arm which I tried to throw out to soften my fall was hyper-extended and my off and on chronically bad back is chronically bad again.
No doctors this time, just 1 generic Vicodin every six hours and cleaning the wounds three times a day.
Oh yea, my mouth. Took the brunt of the fall and still is swelled and painful, unable to handle extreme hot or cold or chewing of any consequence.
And my daughters, still so far away and missed with every thought of mine.
So why can't the Red Wings beat the Oilers? Is all this not enough suffering for one fan? And is that really why I am sleepless in Spokane, once again?