I've been doing a lot of sleeping lately. I know it is hard to believe it takes this long to get over jet lag but that's my excuse. That or I have some kind of sleeping disorder. LWH - Lazy When Hot causes you to turn down the thermostat and nap to classic 1940's movies. It took four tries to stay awake through The Big Sleep.
Blogging about our favorite Bernalillo County government is less fun than it used to be since I apparently now agree with the Albuquerque Journal. The day County employees burned copies on Civic Plaza is the day I finally decided to pony-up for a subscription.
My dreams have been interesting amalgams of old movies. Last night I visited a salvage yard near the docks. (On Fourth Street in the New Mexico desert.) Behind the huge ruined ships was a old bar called El Caracol. The broken neon sign buzzed and blinked - spelling out EL CA OL.
It was a round building with worn siding and boarded up windows. I walked around and around the dark circular hallway into the tiny bar at its center. There sat a huge aged Manny-you-know-who sucking salt off peanuts and feeding them to a tiny fat dog in his lap. He looked up at me and said, Salt isn't good for him.
Then I woke up.