Hack…cough…sniff…spit…it’s sure dusty in here.  ‘Why don’t I get here more often’ rumbles through my thoughts.  My usually mouthy self has no answer.  I’m stuck somewhere most of the time and it’s going to take a lot to move in the direction I should be going in.  For example, I had a plan all day today to get up and groove to the tunes with the kettlebell workout.  Alas!  It’s now almost 10 p.m., I still have work to do and I have to be up bright and early tomorrow for a trip into Sin City.  Umnhnnn…it will be the second trip this week.

I went in on Tuesday to sit through a motion for temporary custody hearing for most of the afternoon.  It was long, some of it made me unhappy, some of it made me happy.  The Riot will be spending Saturday evening thru Tuesday late afternoon with momparental and the remainder of the time with dadparental.  There are other things involved and the picture isn’t clear how it will happen or all work out, it’s a temporary thing until October 28th when all the involved parties go back to Court and try to work something out again.  I hate every second of it, but no one asked my opinion.  I’m still stuck in the middle of the muck since I appear to be the one that momparental wants to ‘talk through’ and for the sake of Riot, I’m there.  I leave that subject for now.

This is going on in my part of the valley, only about a mile from me.  I believe it’s mainly a night time type of thing and people with livestock or dogs that are outside at night are the ones that should have the most concern.  Our new neighbors have several small children and when I spotted one out playing in the back of their property yesterday, I went immediately and knocked on the door.  That property has a line of mesquites and underbrush on the opposite side from me and on the other side of the brush and treed area is empty land to Murphy Street and then straight out into the desert where we hike.  It leaves one with a slightly uncomfortable feeling about going out strolling, unarmed, and alone in the desert.  I believe it will either be shot by a home owner or the NV game department will send a group out to either relocate it or destroy it.

I haven’t played any poker.  I did talk to Marie tonight and we both made a pact that when she returns to Vegas, I’ll go in to stay with them for a few nights and we’ll hit a cardroom.  I’m kind of jonesing for a live poker game.  Sure, I could go down to Pahrump but I just haven’t found the energy to do that yet.  Perhaps soon.

I’ll try to shake the dust out of this joint, blow my nose, cough out the dirtballs, wash my eyes, and return soon.  Right now this grannie has to hit the hay.