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Three hours of sleep is inhuman! Monk wakes up a little after six-thirty to take Bo outside, but afterward he dives back under the blanket. An hour later, he is conscious again, and as much as he would love yet another hour, he knows that pretty sleep will not fall on him. He gets up and fires up the skillet for a couple of sausages, which he will be having with his cereal today in an usual break with routine, but not having any apples makes the improvisation easy - and satisfying.
In another unusual move, he does not fire up the computer. After denying his overworked computer its nocturnal rest, Monk lets it sleep in until after the morning reading, when Pop has left to get the groceries, and Monk even gives the monitor and tower vents a wipe-down with a damp cloth, which was well needed with the months of dust blanketing the works.
The news will not be harvested early this morning, but whatever really changes in the world anyway, except that we get older. After this entry and a quick look at the Friends Page, Monk is going to have to get to that aged toilet and try to make his bathroom look less slummy.
It rained again last night rather moderately. The wet, cool, overcast day fits well today - relaxed and alive.
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Three hours of sleep is inhuman! Monk wakes up a little after six-thirty to take Bo outside, but afterward he dives back under the blanket. An hour later, he is conscious again, and as much as he would love yet another hour, he knows that pretty sleep will not fall on him. He gets up and fires up the skillet for a couple of sausages, which he will be having with his cereal today in an usual break with routine, but not having any apples makes the improvisation easy - and satisfying.
In another unusual move, he does not fire up the computer. After denying his overworked computer its nocturnal rest, Monk lets it sleep in until after the morning reading, when Pop has left to get the groceries, and Monk even gives the monitor and tower vents a wipe-down with a damp cloth, which was well needed with the months of dust blanketing the works.
The news will not be harvested early this morning, but whatever really changes in the world anyway, except that we get older. After this entry and a quick look at the Friends Page, Monk is going to have to get to that aged toilet and try to make his bathroom look less slummy.
It rained again last night rather moderately. The wet, cool, overcast day fits well today - relaxed and alive.
