Slept at 2 because self was marinating latest batch of rib-eyes for today’s barbecue.
Woke up 7:30 because dogs yapping to be let out — usually let them out at 5 AM, little crits must have sensed something was amiss.
Still bleary, but possess enough presence of mind to crawl to where son has left laptop — in his favorite nesting place, on sofa in front of TV.
This morning, on Good Morning America Weekend Edition, see eight people solemnly gathered around a circular table piled high with all manner of tempting items: angel food cake, brownies, gummy bears, lemon bars, apple pies, etc. etc. Banner at bottom of screen announces: Anti-Sweet Chewing Gum. Sure enough, all eight individuals are chewing. Chewing and looking at the table, arms firmly affixed to sides. Switch to interview with inventor of said chewing gum. Interviewer says, “Gum tastes awful!” Interviewee says that is precisely the point; nothing tastes good after chewing said gum, not even sweets. See, it’s a matter of conditioning. Here we arrive at the matter of Pavlov’s dog again (said dog has been entering self’s thoughts very much of late).
Interview starts chain reaction of thoughts in my head.
Casting mind back over wreckage of the week, the week AFTER self’s last class at xxxx community college (until April 9, that is) when, instead of relaxing, concentrating on self’s writing, self spent time running to and fro and acting generally demented.
Well, yesterday was not half bad. Was even pretty good. Stay tuned for mother of all barbecues, dear blog reader. Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 
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