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Well, it's actually about twenty till five, but I've been up since three. My two year old woke up and I got up with him to let my wife sleep. It took just over an hour to get him back to dreamland and by then I was so keyed up that I couldn't get back to sleep. I went back to bed for a few minutes but realized that sleep was futile.
Ah, well.
I've got the best little boy in the world and a wonderful wife.
So I got myself a slice of cold pizza and a beer and I'm here in the lounge, most likely alone. Just thought I'd say hello to all you wonderful progressives out there, scattered as you are--as we are--around the world.
Isn't this technology amazing? Things change so fast. When I was in college, back in the late 1970s, early 1980s, personal computers were unknown, at least to me. Typewriters were the height of communication, slow as they were. Type a page and maybe somebody might look at it some time. Now, I type these words and hit a button and--bam!--the message is out there for untold numbers of people I'll never lay eyes on to read. It really makes no sense to me, just how much the world has changed.
Anyhow, I'm just rambling. I truly shouldn't be drinking a beer at what is now 4:47 a.m. The alarm is still going to ring at 6:00 and I'm still going to have to go to work.
But just this momement, sitting here with you, my son asleep, my wife asleep, both of them safe and warm, I am content and happy. I lift my drink to you, yes you personally, and hope that where ever you are your life is good and fine and that the world is spinning for you as it should.
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One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) From the RKO Picture The Sky's The Limit Music by Harold Arlen; Lyrics by Johnny Mercer Performed by Fred Astaire
It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place except you and me So, set 'em up, Joe, I got a little story you oughta know We're drinkin', my friend, to the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
I got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine I'm feelin' so bad, wish you'd make the music pretty and sad Could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your code So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road
You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet And I got a lot of things to say And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me Till it's talked away
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Well that's how it goes and Joe, I know your gettin' pretty anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear Don't let it be said, little Freddie can't carry his load So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road
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