Why, oh, why can I never seem to fall asleep at a normal hour?  Perhaps the half-hour nap I took on the couch earlier?  How can such a short nip of sleep screw up my ability to want to sleep a full night at a normal time?  Who the hell knows.

I woke up late today (yesterday) – around 11am after having spent the first few hours of my sleep on the couch.  I had done the laundry and the duvet cover wasn’t on the duvet and Tracey had to get up early, so I just stayed on the couch until she got up.  I went out like a light when I got in the bed and enjoyed the chance to sleep in with no ringing phone interrupting my snooze.

I worked on Joyce’s Christmas CD cover and sent that off to her to have a look at.  I helped Deidre proofread her resume and talked to her on the phone a bit and then took a walk around the park in the rain.  I think I only saw about three other people the whole time I was in the park and I felt a little paranoid because it was really gloomy and dark out because of the rain and also it was after 3pm when I got started.  I seemed to finish the walk in record time without jogging at all and then I came in and did my dumbbell exercises.  My god, those tricep exercises are killer!

The Burnaby Parks people phoned to say that our tennis lesson was being cancelled for tonight because the instructor has the flu.  He’s a young guy, totally full of himself – but nice enough, nonetheless – so it wouldn’t surprise me if he just didn’t feel like coming in.  Not sure I totally buy the whole being sick thing, though the flu has been going around lately, so perhaps I’m just being cynical.  They’re going to add on a week to make up for the missed lesson, so all is not lost.

Tracey worked in North Van today and was worried she was going to get stuck in snow up there because the weather was looking ripe for some of the white stuff.  I looked at the weather and, in spite of the fact that no snow was in the forecast, we got a good amount of wet flurries here, too.  The ground has a light dusting of snow that actually stuck, so I’m wondering if there’s going to be a heavier dump in the next few days.  I’m looking forward to going snow tubing at Cypress Mountain when the snow level permits and also to sledding near here when we get enough to warrant a go.

Tracey went to her house and then wanted me to go over there, but I didn’t feel like driving in wet, icky conditions just to have to drive back over here later.  I didn’t want to stay over there because I have ads to do tomorrow and I don’t want to have to get up and drive back over here before getting started working.  Plus, her bed is like a brick to sleep on.  I think she was a little shocked and even a little disappointed that I didn’t go running over there like a puppy dog, but she always says she likes to have some time to herself, so sometimes it’s nice to just have the evening to oneself to just chill out and relax.

I fell asleep for about half an hour while the Pittsburgh-Miami game was on  – what a boresville game that was. The Steelers finally scored a field goal with like 15 seconds to go in the game to win by a minimal margin of 3-0.  

I woke up and watched some TV and made some cornbread (not an impressive effort) and heated up some Purple Hull Peas for a little pseudo Southern dinner.  I finally talked to my mom and made some cinnamon rolls to snack on.  I swear, there’s no better smell than cinnamon buns in the oven!

I watched With Honors, which was on TV, but I proudly walked over to the shelf and plucked the DVD off and popped it into the player so I didn’t have to watch the commercials – ha!

The Pick-Up Artist is on now and it occurred to me to wonder….why does Molly Ringwald always seem to have loser fathers in her movies?