no flowers for Doodyman

Another Memorial Day behind us; no MisCon; no laying flowers on our father's grave -- as the 2nd to the last message that came from Biggie the Blanket requested Instead, we mostly stayed home & watched movies -- specifically, Disc 4 of LOTR 1 -- but we did eat pic-a-mic food. Hot dogs, potato salad, chips.

Then a commercial on the television reminded us that it was, indeed, Memorial Day; Trish stated: "Maybe we should've gotten Ed & Denise to take us to the graveyard".

So now, another typical day of dirty pizza plates & intergalactic medicine shows begins. Trish is returning to work, something that caused her some anxiety last nite; she couldn't sleep, woke me up twice -- to ask me "not to snore so loud" & if she could get a glass ofwarm milk -- once she drank 1/2 a gallon in a vain quest for somnolence; usually, her Klonopin (non-descoobied) kicks in & she sleeps too much.

Yesterday, I actually got out of bed early enough to start to re-make/re-model TC. I've only just begun to outline the part about the Galaxies (yeah, Georgia March, "leave out the tachyons" -- right; amateur that you are), but am instead centering around the EVA. Although Ted originally wrote the rough draft of that, it's been totally changed, rearranged, become part insane & part pill-poppin'. Sorry, Charlie, Scoobyism is for idiots. Like Scientology.