A few thoughts.

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No, my thoughts are not always happy thoughts. They may sound harsh, or unhappy, or this, or that. The truth is, they are generally not emotional at all. Frustration can ring through, of course. Though I often use that as an attempt to give myself a leg up. Anger can show. Much like when one curses when hurt, reflexively, others should merely note that curses mean something and perhaps look at what is wrong rather than the curses. The harsh words themselves should only be used as a placeholder for the magnitude of pain or anger. Now, to my thoughts.

I have it on esteemed authority that the middle ages of man, at least, are unhappy years. I beg to differ. What I suspect is simply that at about my age, a man is finally old enough to know better, educated in the world enough to know about what he speaks, and informed well enough on current topics to have a relevant opinion. Most of us are not optimists. Further, we know that when we are promised sunshine and beautiful women for eternity, barring muslims but that is cult related, we are being "shined". We want neither to be pacified, mollified, nor coddled, and we certainly do not want our hands held while we figure out what we already know... there are problems. We do look for solutions, we do attempt to alter our personal and collective world for the better, and we speak our minds. Further, we have little time for, or interest in, sugar coating, being sensitive to idiocy, or foolishness. Thus we are called grumpy. Okay, next.

I like reading Michelle M's blog. It is interesting to note how many conservative bloggers share and cover for each other on topics and such. Cool. But stop with the pictures of what I suspect is a dead woman. Keep looking for her, until he body is found, but stop aggravating me every day with pictures of a tragedy. It sucks the nerve right out of me every time I see her picture, most particularly with my certainty that she is dead and died a hard death. Cease and desist. Insensitive on my part? Perhaps. But having to deal with this truth all the time and everywhere, for me, is just as insensitive. Keep looking, use the legal system for what it is worth, use private agencies where available, and post this once in a while. But every day? Preach to the choir, do not accuse it or abuse it.

I was able to wake today, and earlier. I was not able to sleep until after midnight. Sleep was difficult to achieve as well. I actually woke before the 8:00 alarm, and several times, though without much function. I did note something odd though. When I attempt to go to sleep, I need two or more pillows to rest upon. Yet this morning, I realized that my pain seemed to be exaggerated by having two pillows under my head. I had to cut it to one pillow. How odd, both the variability and that I had not noticed this before. Whatever, 1500 mg of aspirin seems to have put things to right, and that last hour or two before the alarm with a single pillow was bliss. Nothing like taking the pebbles out of your shoe, even if only for the last few miles of the hike.

Time still flies with activity levels on low. Then again, for the last week or so I would not even be awake yet, blogging and newsing would not be half finished, and the tasks of the day would not be under consideration. The sun is out, too, for the first day in... quite some time. Further, due to the sun, I have the windows open and heat off. Fresh air can only help.

Well, if I am grumpy, then so be it. Still, I think my way of looking at things is not superior, it is actually simply correct. I simply know how to take the notion from thought and express it in written form while most "grumpy old men" do not, or at least I cared to do so and many do not bother. And with news rooms and college graduate teams being mostly girls and boys, checked by really old men, I expect little more. So, off to my "grumpy" day in my "grumpy" way. Have a good "grumpy" day yourselves. And for good measure... :p