jammns

My birthday is SEP 08. So why would it be that my Mother calls me the morning of SEP 09 so she could “be the first to one to wish my Happy Birthday on my REAL birthday?”.

She’s kind of a loon, but I suppose after 5 strokes that’s can be expected.

What I did NOT expect was these birthday wishes to wake me up at 5:19am , the morning after my actual birthday.

The other thing I didn’t expect either was when I uttered “Goodbye, Mommy” as I hung up the phone. As a middle-aged adult male , I haven’t called her Mommy in many decades. Shades of Ronald Reagan? Feeling needy in mid-dream? Both?

This post was made via PC KEYBOARD, since I it’s past 10pm and I’m just hanging out waiting for a 10:30pm meeting with my manager at work…

I’m not if it’s because I’m tired or spent or sleep-deprived that I don’t have much  to say so am not really able to fully exploit this more effective form a writing (at least vs. the Kindle or iPhone – my typical input devices). I wonder how significantly different these posts would be if they were dictated verbally. Much of the “favorite shade of blue” posting was translated from stream-of-conscience singing, so perhaps there’s something to it.