5:00 AM comes really early some mornings

5:00 AM comes really early some mornings, especially when I have to wake up and get off to the radio station. Plus, I stopped by the Neighbor’s trailer last night, and I caught the tail end of the basketball game. In deference to my host, I had to root for the Lakers — good game, they lost. Another neighbor wandered in with her puppy, [c.f., Taurus for this week] asking why I looked so serious. I was irritated because I was watching a sport I care very little about, caught up in the moment of the game. When I flipped the new picture into the corner here, before shrinking it, I was so fond of this one shot, I could read what the hat says: women want me, fish fear me. Too bad the resolution gets lost on its trip down. I hate losing a phone, and this is about the third cell phone that’s been eaten. I used it in the Austin airport last week, and never saw it again. So far, neither the airline nor the airports have turned anything up. It’s a little hard to describe, too, as it looks more like a game boy cartridge than a phone. Now here’s the funny thing, I haven’t lost a beeper in over seven years, but three phones? I got some condolences, but I kept trying to explain, it really doesn’t sting too much. Maybe a little, but not much. The first time was panic, the second really annoyed, and this time? Can’t be bothered. Means that I see about getting one of the old phones turned back on, I guess. Nice to have friends in the business. Typical Mercury trick, though. I’ll be passing through Dallas next week, for Father’s Day, and I’ll get a chance to check, one last time, at the SWA Lost and Found. What are the chances?