The Time Has Come

Why do I wait until the midnight hour to blog?  How many chores must be checked off the list before I allow myself to do the one thing I've wanted to do the entire day?  The one thing I thought of as my audio CD pulsed in my right ear during the two hour highway cruise from Pueblo to Lamar.  Well, one of two things, the other being the Sweet Chili rice chips to satisfy my salt craving.  Thank you, open 24-hour Super Wal-Mart just down Olive Street!

The reason for this little 9-day sojourn in the land of sun, snow, and southern wind, has arrived.  While the rest of  you handle your 9 to 5, or whatever else it is that fills your day, I'll sit through an all-day court session meant to absorb the testimony of doctors on both sides of the fence in the pursuit of a legal and just decision regarding the future of my sister.  As I forgot to grab a new purse notebook, the Holiday Inn Express phone notepad will perform the duty of recording my musings during the proceedings.  My sister will arrive under police escort and enter the courtroom with a sheriff's deputy.  We're hopeful that we can spend the breaks and lunch hour together; my short chat with the most excellent sheriff of this town, Jim Faull, didn't yield certainty of this though he promised to try.  Remodeling has left available spaces up in the air.

While I find Lamar's eateries leave much to be desired, there is a Thai place near the railroad tracks which actually merits both mention and mastication of said cuisine.  After cruising the Main Street strip of this 'burg -- checked the hours for the 'Perk' coffee shop and looked in on the old house on the 700 block -- I stopped in at the Thai restaurant to quickly study the menu in case I had to place an order with a runner.  Crystal spring rolls and moo goo gai pan is what I'll request. 

I'm too tired to think clearly.  Such a shame.  But 6 o'clock will trigger the alarm into action much before I'm ready and fully rested.  Court starts at 9AM.  Gotta squeeze in a modicum of exercise, eat my flax with brown rice and almond milk, and spiffy myself!  Oh, and leave time for what I hope is an invigorating cup of coffee in some manifestation pleasing to my palate and brain cells.

I'm safe.  It's quiet.  It's windy.  My gut is putting up a mild protest.  Perhaps it's the reduced-fat Pringles and microwave popcorn I also consumed during my salty phase of the day.  I'm off.  This content does not reflect what I hoped to write earlier in my thoughts.  But I'm nodding off mid-sentences.  Words are not flowing.  Sorry.  Good night.