I MAY GET TO SLEEP ON TIME!

So it’s the dead time before the final sweeps month of the year where all the TV shows air their finales, so that means NOTHING TO WATCH. And my radio is so quiet that I wonder if the antenna fell off (it hasn’t). So I may actually get to bed on time!

Someone pointed out to me that I’m supposed to be happier now because in your 50’s (or close) you figure out that shit’s just the way shit is, and you’re OK with it. That sounds about right to me. Heck, even MIT called asking for money and I’m finally not mad at them for making it the undergraduate hell-hole that it was. I gave them even more money than I did last year when I was there for my reunion. It’s still not a whole lot, but it’s about what I give to most charities. (Someone from our class gave hundreds of thousands last year, so my donation is a drop in the bucket.) Anyway, I guess I still have my dreams but I know they’re pretty much just that. Unless I win a $600 million lottery. Then all bets are off.

Weird, no one is even on 40M. Stupid sunspots.