Twisty, Curvy Roads

It is three and one-half minutes past four in the morning. I was having trouble sleeping ( possibly due to an evening repast of Wolf Brand Chili followed immediately by a generous helping of Blue Bell's Buttered Pecan ice cream) and so decided to give it up and take Max for a walk on the front lawn. As I am standing on my front lawn in my skivvies, Max is taking advantage of a convenient elm tree. Or perhaps, in his mind, he is making certain that the elm has enough moisture to grow another foot in height before dawn. At any rate, it crossed my mind that my Williamson County neighbors might consider this to be some sort of deviant behavior. So I came inside and sat before my computer (which is probably even more deviant than roaming the front lawn in my skivvies!). In truth, given the random thoughts that had been rotating around in my skull just before I decided to get up and go outside, "deviant" may be a mild term to describe my early morning thought processes. S