It’s really kind of a sleepy Saturday.

Brother and sister are at work.   Mom and Bill are gone for some reason that I don’t really care about.

The term has started and everyone is passing, oddly enough.   I think it took me about ten minutes to catch up grading.

There’s nothing really going on outside of light rain and quiet, peaceful house.

I feel like I should really take a nap.   My back twinges a bit and the bits between the hip and knee feel strained, for some odd reason.   Guessing it’s probably the stair stepper, but that’s okay.     That makes it a good kind of hurt.

Today is the first home of the Colts.   I think they’re playing the Bengals and I could really care less.  I never really had a great interest in football.   I don’t mind watching it play every once in a while, but I kind of stopped caring after the Colts traded away Manning.    I really – really – stopped caring after the whole kneeling fiasco.

Games are supposed to be distracting.  Friends can be enemies.  Enemies can be friends.   It didn’t matter whose fan you are (save rivalries).    There was just a ‘football umbrella’ that everyone could huddle under.   Politics doesn’t have a place on game fields.

Took a nap.   Feeling a bit better.  Mom and Bill are back.  I know Bill probably thinks I don’t like him.  In a way, that’s correct, but he says such stupid stuff.    I went to the kitchen for some Mountain Dew and to say hi.

Bill says, “Mountain Deeeewwwww….  If you drink enough of that stuff, you’ll become a druggie!”

Well, if wants me to ignore him, he’s got it down.  I just talked to mom for a couple of minutes before retreating back into my room.

Bill says stupid stuff like that — all – the — time.   Is he trying to be cute in front of my mom?  Display his intellectual prowess?   Irritate me?  Well, whatever it is, he can keep it up and I’ll just keep thinking he’s a bit of an idiot.   That’s fine.

I find these in-between times odd.  There’s no work for me to do.   All of my games are happily regenerating stamina, NRG, or whatever.   I’m capped for the week at GOW.   No real point pushing further there.    So, now what?

This is when I should write instead of feeling like a waste of space and air.
Hum..   carelessly answered a post on Era —   What song would I like to play at my funeral.

Well, we all know that immortal people tend not to have funerals.   If so, it’s a farce and just  reason for them to take a little nap.    So, I’m not planning on dying.   But, the answer easily came to mind —  Always Look on the Bright Side of Life by Monty Python.

In this day and age, Life of Brian is probably way to controversial and each generation removes society from the Pythons — but I think they’re good.   “Always” helped keep my spirits up when I left Mooseheart.  The song was in my head when I went under the knife and became part cyborg.  I think I would like it played during my long sleep –  just not on repeat.  Enya, Sara McLachlan, Loreena McKennitt, They Might Be Giants…. ect has to be in there somewhere as well.  Not to mention Journey, ACDC, Ozzy, Beethoven…

Yeah, whatever.  Okay.

—  I’ve forgotten how much I like Loreena McKennitt.

This week is looking to be pretty packed.
Monday – Brother
Tuesday – Sister
Wednesday – me
Thursday – Brother
Friday – Sister
Saturday – me

Sister said yesterday that she was going to miss me when I do the snowbird thing in December.

I find it really, really, really ** really, odd that anyone could miss me.
I don’t comprehend it when Jason says it either.

I know what it means, but I don’t know why anyone would miss me.   I irritate and cause problems.  They spend money on me and I have no way to pay it back. That weighs so heavily on me.  I eat their cereal and Kind bars.

Why would anyone need extra irritation?  That extra burden?   Me?

I just don’t get it.
That’s okay, I guess.   I don’t need to understand everything all the time.