“Ride the King’s highway, baby.”

“Ride the King’s highway, baby.” Dimly-lit, cool summer nights listening to The Doors in Mel’s back yard in Lubbock . It may be because I’m Dayquilled out, and listening to fun, psychedelic music, but the incredible sense of contentment seems to roll back over me from then. Good memory.

State-induced memory.

I slept 20 hours yesterday. And still feel like crap, but at least I’m at work and kicking. I hope it doesn’t matter if I’m channeling bits from Apocalypse Now.

3T, or "Tech Talk Tuesday" went well...I'm so happy to have survived it, with my voice being shot and hacking up a lung every minute or two. But I'm home now and the Nyquil is flowing like water. Yes, it is akin to licking a shag carpet, but oh, sweet heaven, the relief.

Micah's visit, Cali and Ginger's suprise...

Today is a Saturday, day of rest, fun and relaxation. Especially now that the work crisis is over and my job is secure.

We were all outside, Ginger and I clipping Taylor and Micah was working on making water balloons. He was having trouble tying them, and got really frustrated. To the point that he wanted to quit, but was able to make three at G's request. After taking a time out, he tried again, and after making one more, got angry. We tried to roll play with me having accidently popped a water balloon all over myself, I got angry and then asked him, if he was my dad, what would he say. He said he didn't know as he isn't a daddy, so then we asked him what if it was a good friend. His response was that they wouldn't like him that much anyway...which got him another time out. We just now sat down and took turns coming up with good things about him that would make him a good friend and are special about him.

Empathy is really tough for him, and getting past his own wants to compromise are challenges that stand in the way of his making friends. I recall that I had trouble making friends when I was younger because I was so introverted...Although at St. Marks, i did great and had lots of fun and lots of friends. Micah is doing better, this time around at St. Marks...hopefully that will continue into next week.

Kay stated that the other night when they took dinner to the grandparents, Micah, on his own, set the table and then bussed their plates afterwards. There are definite glimpses of the person he could become.

Ginger thinks I'm too hard on him, as in last night I really didn't want to let him sleep in our bed, even though he felt ill. She put him in our bed, and then I wound up, at her request again, going in and lying down with him. He kicks more than me and took over the bed! I suppose it was nice to do, but still...he's almost nine!

Well, for G's surprise, I've got a date nailed down now and am working on the project, trying to break it down into manageable portions and treat it like I would any other massive, earth-shattering project.

Since she never reads this, that won't help her in the least. She's looking over my shoulder at this juncture...lol.