waking up.

what's the very bestest part about 6:45a.m.?
morning wood!!!
no,
seriously,
a dumpin' truckful of hot dry logs plopped it's payload all over the front yard,
early m.f.n' shirley this mornin'.
they weren't even lincolns, and this isn't nebraska,
but i've got 20" logs all over the place.
and i've got enough axes for every-flippin'-body
to chop the barbarian kindling out of it.
hot fire?
naturally.
woooooooord.

and,
drumroll please;
rdrdrdrdrdrddrdrdrrdrddrdrdrum,
our bed finally arrived this morning, too.
yep.
a bed, in a house, for sleeping in,
only a short set of weeks after we've moved in...
what's twenty days of floor campin' between friends, anyway?
well,
how about a few more days of bag-snoozin'?
it's a concious choice, kids,
to share a few more evenings in our indoor campground,
but it almost wasn't any kind of choice at all:
the bed didn't fit up the stairs, ya'll.
old and busted house hottness strikes back!
no way, no how was that mama-jama scooching up the stairway,
instead, the burly delivery dropouts had to hump it up the outdoor spiral staircase,
and up and over the doo-doo buttery sieve of a deck,
and then through the whole rest of the mutha-uckin' joint.
(the life lesson?: stay in school, my ninjas, OR measure your hallways)
we haven't hit up the bedframe assembly yet,
so it's a new day dawning,
but only from the exact same vantage point as last night.
and that's a low low one for sure.
i've got high humidity,
high hopes,
and high temperatures over here.
actually,
high temperatures seem to be stickin' around.
feelin' on my forehead,
i've got a feverish flame-broiled frontispiece.
in fact, all of us do, now-
the kids have been kind enough to lend us some upper esophageal 'itis.
i'm tellin' you, yo,
i'm allergic to my home state.
it would sort of seem that connecticut,
in conjunction with the illicit infectious incongruences of this old house,
is tryin' to take me down and out.
summer sickness?
c'mon;
i'm fightin' it loud and hard to the bitter end;
never quiet never soft.....