Sleepless in Cyberspace

Do you ever have one of those days where you are so wired that sleep evades you? Well I'm having one, and I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.The wife doesn't like it either, because when I'm up, she can't sleep. I haven't taken any real survey, but I don't think the dogs are impressed in the least.

...there's an addiction that needs feeding...

Perhaps it's too much coffee? I have been known to drink a lot of coffee. Sometimes 10-15 cups a day. I blame this of course on the Order of Friars Minor. Prior to my association with the Franciscans back in the early eighties, I drank no coffee. None. Nada. Not a stitch. Couldn't stand the stuff really. However, in order to perk myself up for morning prayers, I started drinking the black oily stuff. Now I'm hooked. Addiction has it's monkey claws deep in my left shoulder blade; the only surviving remnant of a shattered Catholicism. The Church faded away, the coffee remained.

Of course I could just be stressed out. There is a lot of activity going on at Gigantic Concrete and there are times I feel like I'm barely keeping my head above water. So much to do, so much to keep track of, so many bloody emails to respond to (Yes, Matt this includes yours). There's also the burden of command. I had to chew out one of my staff today. I hate doing that. The guy isn't meeting expectations and now I get to be all managerial about it. I fear becoming a beloved one in my own right.

Whatever it is. It's left me awake, frustrated, and grumpy. I'd write more, but the kettle has boiled and there's an addiction that needs feeding.