A nice slow day -----

The voice was saying -- it's now 30 minutes past the hour. Me being not nearly half awake -- I was wondering -- what's that moron talking about. Just got in bed and he's talking about getting up. Rolled over, pulled the sheet up over my head got in a comfortable positon and the ole eyes slowly started wondering off into dream land. As I drifted off to boy land, dreaming of pancakes, eggs and bacon -- could even smell the delicious oder of each cooking. As I lay there drifting off into the land of dreams the word Tuesday came drifting by. Tuesday? why should that day be in my dreams? TUESDAY? I set streight up in bed throwing the sheet off -- this is Tuesday -- The day my brother and I eat breakfast out. And I'm exactly 45 minutes late. Jumped out of bed, dived for the bathroom, started doing the bathroom things and the phone rang. Knew who it was before I even answered. Good morning younger brother he teased -- are you up yet and ready to go eat? Why yes, I lied, all I need to do is put my clothes on and I will be over. Jumped in my trousers and shirt and off to pick up brother. At the cafe he set there grinning at me. Whats wrong I asked him? Didn't have time to shave this morning -- huh? Had to admit that I did over sleep a bit this morning. By that time orders arrived and we dug in like two hunger little ones. We wish. Coffe black and steaming hot. Now that school has started there were no tiny tykes to perve over. One thing I must make clear -- my brother is as streight as a piece of string with a plumb bob tied on the end. The rest of the day went by getting a few things done, like laundry, washing dishes and watching "Little Leaguers." Yup! that ole clock is still hanging there on the wall, and in about an hour it will be pointing towards the bed room, and, yawn, I will be hitting the ole sack. Smiles and hugs Movieman