Satiday yawning.....

Tossed ’n turned all nite…up ’n down ’n lost my fight with the covers AND the pillows, tried to find my slippers in the dark ’n stepped on the olde poodle dog who wuz sleeping on them…finally drifted off early this morn only t’be awakened by the olde poodle dog ‘cuz he wanted a drink ’n tour of the south forty….it wuz raining, a soft, gentle rain that I tho’t felt pretty good but the olde poodle dog evidently decided that he didn’t like it so back in the house ’n back to bed only to rise again c’uz an old man’s prostate refuses t’be ignored….AND THAT’S WHEN I FIND THAT THE OLDE POODLE DOG FIGGERED OUT WHAT INDOOR TOILETS ARE REALLY FOR! Ah well,….time flies whether you have fun or not….Old name out’a the past surfaced t’day…Frank Bryson….Frank’s older’n me (his sister, Julia, is younger) altho I haven’t got a clue as to why that should make a difference or why it even popped into my head for that matter….anyhow, the last time I saw Frank, he wuz a slender, studious, red on the head young man with a reputation for being exceptionally brainy…he seemed to vanish immediately after he graduated from good ole Mckell ’n this is the first time I’ve heard of him since…Okay! I know…you don’t have to tell me…ever’one else in the whole durn world knew where he wuz ’n what he wuz doing except me…prob’ly c’uz I’ve always been too self-centered for my own good….I don’t think I ever tho’t of m’self as being self-centered, I just didn't seem to worry much about what the rest of the world wuz doing…I think that ever’one believes that the world spins around their own self ’n no one else…at least, when they’re young…when you arrive at your dotage, you’ll realize the incomprehensible ignorance of your own youth but you’ll just have to live with it….So the dogs pestered me ’til I walked up the street with ‘em…they wanted to go to the park but, for some reason, even tho’ it’s a perfectly nice day t’day, I feel incredibly weary ’n lethargic…hope I c’n get over it before it’s time for my afternoon nap…..