There is something about getting up at 3 a.m. to catch a plane… especially when you go to bed at 1 a.m. …. that kind of makes your mind wooly for the rest of the day.

I like to call it Fuzzy Brain.  You can almost feel it happening.  That very thin cap of fur which slowly encases the Cereberum…. when sleep has not visited.

And by days end… you find yourself standing in the middle of rooms, holding a ceramic owl in your hand…. and you are sure you don’t know why.  Or perhaps…. you turn on the TV and begin listening to the Spanish Channel… and suddenly… you think you understand.

That is what if feels like.  Oh…..Yep.  But I am not saying that I have that case of Fuzzy Brain… or anything.

Today was actually a pretty good day.  All and all.  Very full.  A lot of to and fro.  But best of all, great company.  In a great place.

Even though it rained in paradise when we landed.  The best part was… we landed.

And it might clear up in a couple of days.  But we are hanging with eachother.  And that is good.

Now….. if I could figure out where this dab nabbin’ owl came from…….