Good bye March, we hardly knew ya..

Good bye March, we hardly knew ya..

In our duty of trying to stay at home, stay away from people.. we are like where did the month go.. or this has been the longest month EVER…

And it doesn’t look like April is going to much better..  I was counting on April being special this year.. not only my birthday but also my youngest who turns 50 this year.. She was born on the first day of EARTH DAY…  she jokes about how she is old as dirt…  June is going to be really sad..  as I had been planning on the June 25 being the most special day of celebration..   It was going to be me, my oldest and my youngest.. celebrating special years..  See me being 80 and my oldest being 60 and my youngest being 50.. it was going to be a very special year…  Those of you who read my blog often..know I lost my oldest in 2017.  

Also lost in all of this.. is the importance of a HUG…  I remember when I was working in the nursing home from 1986 to 2003, one of the things that the elderly missed was hugs.. Once when I hugged a woman, when I first went to work, and she hugged back and for the longest time..  When I helped her laid down, I gave her a kiss on her forehead.  She had a tear in her eye. I asked if she was ok.. She said well, it had been so long since anyone hugged her and no one had kissed her on the forehead since her husband died 20 years before.. 

That sure hit me hard.. and made a promise to always give hugs to the elderly… we should never forget to hug our love ones.. 

So with this shut down.. I do hug my husband a lot..  but I sure miss the hugs of all of my love ones..  As we have agreed to not visit for a while, as none of us want to get the other sick.  And they are being careful around us.. even though we both are healthy…

So when this is over.. you can expect hugs from me… lots of hugging.  Family, friends… gosh, I miss you all.. take good care of each other..

What does one do, when one stays home for weeks.. lha

So with the shut down of everything.. and wondering what to with all this extra time.. I have been reading my magazine.. cleaning high shelves and working outside.. 

these are some yard art that was giving to me by a sweet man I know.. since he was a mere baby..Kyle..

they will be a project for a while.. as some of them need to be sanded down and repainted... the smaller ones are fine. 

Then with all the wind, it cost me my old flag.. which got tore and wrapped around the top of the pole and got tore some more.. So took down the pole while the King was having a nap.. he said he would get to it tomorrow.. well, knowing tomorrow has a knack of not coming today... I did it myself. and added some stones/rocks around the base.. 

Next up was the side flower garden.. that the tubs and etc. have gotten so our of hand... that they are mashing on top of each other.. and I wanted them gone.. they were tigerlilies like.. So dug them up.. picket them up and threw them over the stone short wall... and when the King came home we put them in the truck and he took them to the dump

So you see I took this shirt to heart.... hope you all are surviving..
and staying healthy..

These are troubling times..

These are troubling times..

Here I am on the verge of my 80^th birthday… and I have to say, with all that has gone wrong with the world in my life time.. this is the worse.  It isn’t so much about the virus itself…and that is bad for those who have it…. But the panic I have seen… the disregard of common sense and some times even nastiness of it all. 

Thankfully I have also seen (not personally) others who have come to the plate to help… Kindness… some going further than others..  There is a young man, who was able to get some supplies, and was going from senior apartments door to door, to see if they were ok, and if they needed the commonest of supplies. Did they have enough toilet paper as he had some he could share.. Tissues, wipes. Did they need a ride to the store?  Or did they need something from the store.. And he would go get it.. take it back to them.  If they didn’t have cash, he paid for it himself.   If they had a check, he would take that..but if not, the let them have it for free.   He started a page on Facebook .. asking for people to join him.. To pass the word of need, so he could help.  And people did.. Some couldn’t physically help, but had extra supplies for him to pass out with..  Or they gave money for him, to buy where he could.   Some went and got some things at the store and gave it to him to pass.  

He is not the only one.. There are sewers who have been asking for material so they could make cloth mask for the hospital, dr offices and nursing homes.. And the request was answered by those who had lots of material.. by those who sewed and would help.. By those who had elastic bands or rubber bands for the ears holders.. The offers were plenty for material..

There are those who offered to come help in anyway… for senior citizens.. with letters from the dr. saying they were healthy.. so the senior didn’t have to worry.  There are even teens who answer the call.   We have post office mail.. in a lot of towns instead of door delivery… Some have offered to those who trust them.. to get their mail and mail out their bills for them.. 

It does my heart good to see all of these people.

 

We have gone to our favorite restaurants and bought take outs.. and adding tips to the workers who take our orders.. so they still get their tips, even tho we aren’t in there…  Sadly we were notified last night, that our most popular one has folded..   Lack of supplies…  I hope and pray this continues when this mess is over... That there will always be kindness.. we need it .. KINDNESS. 

We have an influx of people in RV’s coming in from California.. there were 8 in one grocery parking lot and 5 at another.. We know this is not going to be the last of them…  Florida already put a quarantine on people from New York…with New York’s high rate of virus.

So be safe out there people…  hope you are finding something to keep you busy…   My go to place is yard work. Got some yard art from a friend.. so redoing the paint on them…  Also digging up flower gardens that have gone wild on me..  And Yahtzee.. oh my God.. the King loves it.. and we play 3 times A DAY!!... When the grim reaper comes to get me.. with his ratting chains… I will think it is the dice and yell YAHTZEE… lol..  got to have a sense of humor..

Hope you can find something to smile about too. 

God Bless

Summer time and the fishing is…

Summer time and the fishing is…

I know it is only mid March.. but I am looking forward to summer.

Summer yard projects will be good for my health…

But summer is good for my soul… when fishing..

One finds the quietness and if you boat fish, then the slight bounce or

roll of the boat, is soothing too.. And if you want a touch of fun, you invite a fun friend. Because with a friend.. there is laughter.  Stories to tell… some about fishing, or if you hunt.. or just good times of the past.

But I like shore fishing best.. I am not a trolling fisherperson. Trolling around the lake or bouncing in the ocean..  I am more a anchor and throw the line in.. bob it a few times here and there..  But most of all I like it from the shore…  I bring sandwiches, and coffee… throw my line in the water, and just relax… I use to bring a radio, but most of all I just like the silence… with the sounds of nature.  A bird far off, splashing of the fish.. if you are lucky, you see an eagle…

I use to fly fish.. that was fun.. but I am afraid if a true blue fly fisherman saw me, they would be remembering Pat McManus’s description of a fly fisherman…  I think his went….  He flung his line to the water, like an old woman beating a rug on the fence.   I wasn’t that bad.. and I really enjoyed watching the line whip back and forth, with the fly landing pretty close to what I had in mind. 

Do you fish? No?  Sorry.. you have no idea what a peaceful time it is.. all the world problems float away with the tide.. Maybe you should try it.. just don’t take it so seriously that you don’t have fun.

My parents taught me well…

My parents taught me well…

At this point of the game.. WHO CARES where the virus came from.. what one should be concern about is.. WHAT ARE YOU doing for yourself and your family..

I have caught flake for not being serious enough by family and friends.. 

Well, my parents went thru the depression, and all kinds of diseases, where hundreds of thousands died, as they were growing up.. They went thru WWII where everything was rationed for 4 years.. They went thru the 1950 panic people building bomb shelters in their back yards.. WHAT THEY TAUGHT ME.. is to stay calm.. take care of yourself and family, use common sense.. Not this screaming panic...with such low numbers of deaths... the Italians have it right.. they are staying home, but opening their windows and singing..

You want something to do? Extra clean your house.. wipe it down.. you don't need any fancy spray bottle.. use rags and pinesol or what ever of your choice.. (unless you are married to Mathra Stewart)

If the weather is good, do yard work, if you got kids.. find table games to play.. there is so much more for your mind to be on.. than this craziness…

What this will teach you .. and hopefully you will learn..  How people react to public problems.. You will learn which of your friends is really there for you? Or for the elderly.. being the ones in harms way is.. the elderly.  You will get to know the characterize of who you think you know.

And if you are one of the ones who got caught up in the hoarding of toilet paper and tissue… I hope your conscience has taken over… and you are looking around your family and neighbors for the elderly who couldn’t get down to the mob.. and GIVE them a pak of toilet paper and etc.. YES…GIVE it to them.. see they would have bought, if you all didn’t grab it.

And hopefully, stores will see it coming and shut down gross buying.. after all if they can limit me to two cans of Litehouse dressing… when there is a great sale.. they sure the heck should be able to limit toilet paper, cleaners and etc..

And hopefully I have instilled this into my children.. and they will in theirs...

WE HAVE TO STOP THIS PANIC

WE HAVE TO STOP THIS PANIC

Know what scares me the most?  It isn’t Trump .. it isn’t even the virus.   It is YOU..  the Public… The panic of over buying what you can not really afford to spend on products you don’t need. You spreading false information about the virus.   That you are willing to ruin small business by not going to the stores or restaurants that you would normal going to either daily or 3 times a week. 

Those business can NOT afford to close their doors for 2 or 3 weeks. They have employees who can not afford to not have wages because no one comes and the business close.  The closer of schools where there is no virus, throws the family in to chaos.  They can’t afford a day care.. if any are open… so that means one of the parents have to stay home to take care of the kids during the school closures of weeks.. Which cuts their finances in half. 

All because no one uses common sense.. It is happen in my own county… all these cutting your visits to the small business. Closing of school and others …like churches… There is NOT  ONE  CASE of the virus with in over 1000 miles of here..  There is none in Montana and only one in Idaho that is over 8 hours ways.. but there has been 2 in Spokane in the past 3 days.... Still we are so far pretty well protected.... that I don't take for granted... Yet everyone panicked  

There has been 1,349 cornonavirus cases in THE UNITED STATES.. with only 39 deaths…since it started 3 weeks ago…39 deaths in 3 weeks..  YET .. DO YOU KNOW…

Do you know there are an average of 27,000 plus accidents per day? And an average of 109 plus people die per day from those crashes?

So your odds of getting in a car accident is about 20 per cent or more … more than getting the virus.. AND YET YOU GET IN YOUR CAR EVERY MORNING AND DRIVE…  what 4 miles to 60 miles to work? Or where ever?   Knowing you could be in an accident any given day.. for the rest of your life.  Yet in a mere 2 week.. you are scared to death you are going to die from the virus..

The nation has to use common sense.. Towns and cities have to use common sense..  Yes, Seattle and a few other have had deaths. But one has to ask.. how many of those elderly in nursing home would have died with out the virus.   I worked in a nursing home for 17 + years..  In that time.. every fall..  we had student nurses come in and give flu shots to the residents… we average 10 death with in a week. Yet not one freaked out.  They were older.. it happens.. so one has to wonder..

I am not making light of the virus. It is serious if you do have it. It is horrible if you have an elderly family member who has breathing problem in the first place.. get this virus..   I have a husband over the age of 60 who has not the best breathing problems.. I am going to be 80 soon.. And yes, I have told family we are not going to have a party (which can involve over 30 people traveling for it) because we want everyone to be safe. Common sense..  But I refuse to feed into the paranoid frenzy that is going on..  IF they all live in town, I would invite them to dinner with us.

I will not spend money I could not afford to out buy everyone else. I know those large paks of toilet paper sell for $17 to $21 each.. How someone can afford 10 to 20 paks without charging it and putting yourself in a financial bind with all the other outrageous product you have over bought… is beyond me.   No you are not buying for your neighbor… because if you were ..you would have 4 paks…

Please for the love of God, stop this panic mind set. STOP TODAY. TURN THIS AROUND.. use common sense.. if it is in your area.. wash your hands… OFTEN…  stay away from crowds if you are one of groups that could get it easily.  But the rest of you.. go on living your daily lives like you were in November… Like you would if you knew one of your neighbors had the common cold..

As FDR said .. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself…

So for those of in the elderly group… and the virus is not within 100 miles from you.. PLEASE  go to those stores and restaurants you love so much..  because if  you don’t..   they very well won’t be there  in 2 weeks.  And if they fail.. we all fail..

I am going to have fun with this new number 80…

I am going to have fun with this new number 80…

I am, as you all know going to turn 80 next month.. And I tell you I am really looking forward to it..  Didn’t think that turning 80 would be so much damn fun…

So how am I going to use this new number 80? Well, I tell ya…

Kind of like this… seems like the dump has put a new deal about the waste, like in brush.. they are only allowing 3 cubic square yard each day.

And I got to thinking about this.. just how are they going to be judging this.. after all brush branches aren’t exactly controlled.  So I figure I will find out just what they mean…  So I going to tell them, if I recall my math of a zillion years ago..  a 3  cubic square  foot… would be a like box that is 9 foot high… 9 foot wide… and 9 foot deep…I think..  Because I just  trimmed off branches off my brushes that got brow beat by the snow… And it took this old gal of 80(ok..almost 80),  a day to get them all trim. And then another day to drag it all across the side yard to the front yard to the gate, for my husband to load into the truck to take it to your lovely dump…and it was about 6 feet across and about 5 feet tall ..mostly air mixed…  Now surely you don’t expect this 80 year old woman to cut this brush down into the 3 feet long piece and cut it so it will stack into a 3 cubic square  box area..(do they have those?)  you all, surely aren’t expecting me to do that are you? 

Also .. now I might not be the sharpest tool in the box, but I don’t find that my 80 year old brain has given up the ship yet.. and senility hasn’t hit this 80 year old brain yet.  Do you think?

So you think I should walk down thru your store to return this product which happens to weight 15lbs, and get another one.. surely you don’t think an 80 year old should have to do this all by herself.. right?

So you think because I have grey hair and am 80 years old, that I don’t have the common sense to figure out that your taxes are going to be higher because your levy is higher?   I think I can still hold my own in math.  Maybe not your fancy new math, but my 80 year old brain still uses the old fashion math pretty well..

Oh yea.. I am using this 80 year old card and I am going to wear it out until I am 90…  Hot damn this is going to be fun..  I can hardly wait..

As the shirt that my sister in law and brother in law got me early for my birthday….” Assuming I’m just an old lady, was your first mistake.”

Pretty well tells it..  

Oh yea, this is going to be fun

Nothing Personal…

Nothing Personal…

We are becoming more isolated as times goes one.. Not talking about the  solitarily  of internet and phones.

We are distancing ourselves more and more.. No more hugging of a hurt child..   Any school bus driver will tell you.. DON’T TOUCH THE KID.  If a chlld falls and hurts themselves… You can’t pick them up and hug them and tell them it is ok..  The most you can do is ..put your hand down to help them stand back up, if they can’t by themselves.  If a child is having a bad day and crying.. YOU CAN NOT TOUCH THE KID.   So far you can still talk to them. 

I worked in a nursing home for over 17 years…  About 3 years later I was working on the afternoon crew.  Meaning 2pm to 10pm.  One night I was putting a woman to bed.. As I raised her up from the chair, to turn to the bed, I have her a hug. She hugged back and hung on for a few minutes.  After I got her settled in bed with covers up close… I lean down and kissed her on the forehead and said..    Good night, sweet dreams and don’t let the bedbugs bite…  we both giggled.. As I step away from her bed to go out the door, I thought I heard her crying. So I step back to the bed, and asked her if she was ok.  She said, I am ok.   Just was thinking about how long it had been since anyone had hugged me.. and also the last time someone kissed me on the forehead and told me good night was my husband, before he died 20 years ago…  How heart breaking…  So I vowed that I would hug often..  And for those who were so weak, I would give them a quick kiss on the forehead and tell them good night… sleep tight.  And always gave hugs.. surprising how many would hug back and hang on tight.

Sad how we forget such a small thing.. Hugging.. a sweet good night..

I hope you tell your love one each night … a quiet sweet good night. And a hug every so often… for no reason..   Not just your spouse, but your child.. your mom and dad..  grandparents as well..  World needs more hugs, not less.. 

But with this virus going around…  I guess Howie Mandel had it right. The fist bumps are in order..  but a handshake shouldn’t be forgotten either.  Seems like we are getting away from being personal anymore..

Turn back Thursday

In my search for some papers, I found the rough draft for this post from  March 2005  when I was first starting blogging 15 years ago  Which I actually started 15 years ago TODAY... wow.. 15 years ago..  seems soooooooooooo long ago...  

TUESDAY, MARCH 15, 2005

The Projects

Four years ago, I decided that being Kenny was gone with his friend for the day at a auction...I should do 2 of many projects we have talked about. One dealt with the kitchen and the other dealt with my "Some Day Soon Room" (some day soon we will go thru this junk and organize our good stuff).
So off to K-Mart, I go to gather my work objects. Shelves for the S.D.S. room and paint for the kitchen.
Now let me tell you about projects. #1 rule should be never ever do a project alone. Yes, I know there are the super duper gals on the home improvement channels who do everything... so you think. After all she, too, has people helping. Also how do you know the guys don't remove those nails and screws after off screen and put them where they really belong. And actually I do know a few gals who do an excellent job of remodeling their homes. Not just painting and the easy stuff either. One is my cousin, and the other is my neighbor. But I don't ask my neighbor, don't want to be embarrassed by my stupidity.
Why you say do you need a partner in crime? Well, for one thing you need that person to talk you out of doing the project, that you probably have no business doing. But if you have daffy friends like I do..... that doesn't work. So the next thing you need a partner for, is to have some one to blame it on when things go wrong. Or at the very least to share the blame. Blaming totally really cuts down on your list of friends quick. No sense of humor. The share blame ones are good.
See 25+ years ago I had one of the best of those. We were the Lucy/Ethel, if we felt old. Or Laverne and Shirely, if we felt young. Who was who depend on whose project it was. We used crooked nails that we spent hours straighten. Went to the hardware store to make sure we got Roslyn (the town we lived in that was built by miners) parts. See our town was known for its backwards plumbing, so you had to ask for Old Roslyn, if you lived in one of the older houses. Then she meet this guy who became her husband and he wouldn't let us straighten nails out. We had to use new ones. And we had a hard time breaking him in to Roslyn plumbing. So he married her and took her away to Seattle where I hear they have normal plumbing and straight nails.
So here I am 500+ miles away and 25+ years older. Sorry to say not any smarter.
See, I decided because this was a metal cabinet I should use spray paints. Ok, all of you people who know better and are saying STUPID... hit the delete button now. See I don't need to hear that from you all... I live with some one who says that to me. All the time. At least every time I do a project. Some times he says it politely and some times it comes out WHAT THE HELL EVER POSSESSED YOU TO DO THAT? And he mumbles a lot too.
Anyway, I put the newspapers on the floor and I shut newspapers in the top of the bottom doors. Decided to only do the bottom doors. (God does watch over dumb people) and I draped them back over the drawers to the top of the sink. Ok. Everything is covered.
Well.. I had handles. Some one told me if you take Crisco and smear it on chrome or glass then paint over it... it is easy to get the paint off as it comes off with the Crisco. I didn't have any ..so I figured bacon grease should do just as well. Did I hear you say STUPID? hit the delete button.. Told you I already have a guy who can say that.
Ok. I am ready to go. Shake the can. Shake shake shake, geesh, my wrist hurts, shake. Hit the button and and slowly it starts to cover, as I was told to go slow and stay back 18". I don't want runs. So back and forth I go. 2 cans and the seven doors are done. Got a paper I hold on the wall so I don't get that. Which went well until I got to the other side and forgot and flipped over the paper. Spot of paint on wall. Hurry and washed it off. Stood back to see if I missed any places. Oh, the side edges. Spray here... spray there. Beginning to have visions of when I use to cut my kids bangs. You know a little here and then there and then there and then here. But then I step back ...OH, MY GOD....there is light spray of paint all over the floor behind me. Spray back? What ever. Grab paper towels, 409, and hot water. Yes, it comes off. But it is all over. So I am mopping... and washing... pot lids on the baker shelf... Clean and clean... Some how I think it is going to be like pine needles in July. I will see light blue everywhere forever.
Then I go to the Some Day room while that dries. That job went really well. Put on Village People, In the Navy (Hey, I have my music which helps me clean and you have yours) and off I went taking all the boxes and every thing else. Put the shelves together. Snap together kind. Run to K-mart get see thru boxes and the fun begins. What do I need and what can I throw away. Luckily only 4 boxes were mine. Other 10 where Ken's HAHAHA.... And really it did come out very well. Except I have 2 bags and one box of papers to go thru to figure out what is still needed and burn the rest.
Went back to see the kitchen. UUUUGGGHHHH....... IT IS EASTER EGG BLUE..... OR A BAD 1970'S UTENSILS BLUE.... HORRIBLE. They said sky blue.... The more the evening went on and then the next day... I could not take it anymore. I went back to the store. Got regular enamel gloss paint. And a pad thing-a-ma-jig and painted it. Removed handles this time. By the way bacon grease does not do it. But it did hold down the mess a little. Guess you got to use the real stuff. Got waterfall blue. It is really nice. I have painted the drawers white with the same kind of paint. Did good. Now I am thinking maybe I will use one of those hobby kits to make a gingham pattern on the drawers.... who knows... But it has been a nice adventure... Heck I have not had this much fun since Roslyn... LOL LOL...

Have the crazies taken over??

Have the crazies taken over??

I was reading a magazine called THE WEEK.  .  in there is an article called Generation Q    I never heard of Generation Q.  After reading the article I would call them Generation W… W for capital.. WEIRD.

Maybe even creepy.

In my almost 80 years, I have known there are those who pass stories that are total lies, sometimes taking the truth and twisting majorly.  But they were one or two people.. and everyone ignored them.. Considering the source so to speak. 

But this group is a national group… a cult like ?? I don’t know. But reading the article made my head hurt.  How can such a large group get this kind of following.. even the President Trump champions them. But then again truth is not Trump's friend.  And if he can stir up a mess, he will.  And does.  It truly makes me shake my head that so many believe what he says.  And those who challenge what he says with true are told their source is fake news.  What is the saying.. if you tell a lie often enough it becomes truth.. Guess that works for him.

But the Qnon which is the name this group goes by.. tells the most outrageous lies.  And it is not a new group.  I don’t know how far back they go, but at least to 2016 election summer.  Remember the story about the man who went with a gun to a pizza store in New York, shooting at people, so he could get down to the cellar of the building?

As he firmly believed the story that there was a sex child ring in the basement and the pizza store was just a bluff to cover it up.. ..AND the sex ring was run by Hillary Clinton!!!  REMEMBER that story.. it was their story.   Now I am far from a Clinton fan, but that is pretty far fetched for common sense.. (oh, yeah, common sense died)   Yet this man and others believe it.. and even after all the mess caused by this man and being arrested and news of it being all a lie.. There are people who still believe it.  That just makes my head hurt.

These people are at Trumps rallies with his blessing, and he even repeats their garbage, and tweets about it in the early hours of the day.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE… AND WHAT IS WRONG WITH THOSE WHO BELIEVE IT?  

Ever since we have had internet, there has been so many lies spread around the world.  And the part that blows my mind is..   PEOPLE BELIEVE IT..

Remember when one wrote something in a paper or else where, it had to be the TRUTH, otherwise they could get sued?   Now lies have become under … freedom of speech..  My head is really going around and around.. and I got to go, I am getting a severe headache..

I might just have to give up reading…  

Trashing “if only’s “

As many of you, I too spend way too much time at night in bed.. thinking..

Thinking about nonsense.  That is what I call.. IF ONLY… I DID OR DID NOT…

IF ONLY I HAD DONE IT THIS WAY OR THAT WAY..OR IF ONLY I HAD SAID.. Some of the worse is

If I saw that.. or listen to that.. I would have…. Should have… done it this way..

All of this is useless garbage.. old stuff.. stinky stuff… because it is all in the PAST.. some of it as long ago as 30 years Ago. Maybe even more… What is done.. is done… it is what it is..  So take out the garbage…put in to the curb…

What you suppose to do is learn from it and go on and do a better job.

 I have learn to do this.. some what.. But still it raises its head from time to time,

At 2am… looking at the clock and wondering how much more time to get up time?

Get up and go pee, maybe that will let it go and I can get comfortable and warm.. and

Go to sleep..  Some times it helps…

If it is something going on now time… then I can get up…. Write it down.. and let it go.

Done that a couple of times and it works..  But it is the OLD GARBAGE that is the sticker.   It isn’t something that I haven’r forgiven myself for.. Not sure what it is about.

But now I am working on it, but calling it by its true name.. GARBAGE.. and it is time

To throw the GARBAGE OUT… throw it to the curb.

Came up with a new idea.. if it is something that keeps coming up… I have paper and pen

By the bedside… I am going to start writing it down… and then after a month or more if needed.. (want to have enough to write down.. lol)  Then I am going to take those papers,

And burn them.  Up in flames… GONE..   that just might work.

Oh, I have got rid of the what I would say to my child or grandchild to fix their problems.. or a problem I foresee coming…  That one was a little easier… I use the saying..   NOT MY RODEO, NOT MY HORSE TO RIDE… and then I give it to someone who can help.. JESUS… and to my surprise… (some what, as he always amazes me.) it all works out just find with my mind and fingers off ot it.. 

Now if I can figure out how to do the others.. lol

Do you have things that bother you, that you can’t do anything about…

Do you have a solutions for it?   Besides getting up at that ungodly hour and

Staying up..