Insomniac theater again.
So a job has gone south again and I’m tapped to go in and turn the ship around. I drive out to South Bend, ancestral home of the Fritz’s (mom’s folks) and Gene Hardig, the offshoot relative for whom I’m (middle) named, developer of the Studebaker Avanti.
And can’t get to sleep ion my farging hotel for love or money. I’m still up at five AM, local time, and the clock is set for seven AM, local time. So as I finally get to sleep I’m ready to get up. And spend a day in a hot factory. And drive 120 miles home.
So I do what I can. I can get along with anyone, and I think having established a relationship with the customer (with whom nobody ELSE can get along) I think I’m gonna be able to turn this around and make it a success. I’m certainly going to try. It’ll be a damned sight easier with a decent night’s sleep under my belt.
Dang Og. We could’ve offered you the guest bed, especially since you say you can sleep ANYWHERE. This post also brought to mind the words Lee & Groves (work-day neighbors).
Seems we’ve both spent time in lots of the same places!
The point was not where I was, but not being able to sleep at all, anywhere. but thanks for the offer! I’ll be out there for a coup0le weeks off and on, maybe we can meet at hacienda for a marguerita.
Go to your local “health” store and get a small bottle of essential oil of Marjorum. Be certain that it is pure and not diluted. Keep with you and when you have trouble sleeping, open the bottle and inhale the fragrance a couple of times. Don’t know why it works, but it does and you don’t wake up groggy the next morning.