Mid-nite in the garden of ambivalence........

Or, stuck astraddle of the fence, as usual. "Did'ja ever get the feeling that you wanted to go but still you had the feeling that you wanted to stay......" Jimmy Durante
I was wondering what came first, insomnia or solitaire. Hadda be insomnia. Can't you just picture Neanderthal Man lying sleepless beside a dwindling fire while the wind howled outside his cave and everyone else in his whole tribe was sound asleep. I bet he was thinking that blasted Cro-Magnon Man ain't lying awake. That SOB has got it made. He's taller, smarter, faster, AND he has better looking women. Life ain't fair! After all, underneath the skin we're all the same. Do I not bleed when you prick me, etc., etc..
'Course ya just gotta know that Old Cro-Magnon was lying awake by his fire wondering what the N-word Man was up to. (And I bet you tho't 'political correctness' just came about in the last half of the Twentieth Century.)
Just imagine the world with no ambient light except for a few scattered campfires. Awful dark and scary out there.
Here was Neanderthal Man lying awake wondering if every little nighttime noise was Cro-Magnon men in white bedsheets comin' for to carry him home and Cro-Magnon men wondering if every little noise presaged an uprising by the dreaded Neanderthal. Funny how the more things change, the more they stay the same. We all still seem to fear every little bump'n thump in the night.
So tomorrow, the sixth day of September, I go in hospital to have my throat cut a second time. This time they're going to clean out my right carotid artery. I think it's a fairly simple procedure but when they explain the "well, what could happen's" it tends to make a fellow a little nervous. I'm not expecting any problems and whatever they shoot me up with beforehand should kick the crutches out from under my insomnia.
I've been quoting from songs lately so....."Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea and Joy to you and me."
David