I made it through another Monday night without watching wrestling.  That may not seem like much to anyone else, and in reality it isn't, but for me it is like being sober for a full week.  So that part of my Monday was better, but another part was harder on me.  I wasn't planning on getting up at 6 when Sheila's alarm went off, but I did.  And I was surprised that just a half hour of so earlier then usual had such and effect on me today.  I know Sheila took a short nap this afternoon after working this morning and I dozed a couple of times and then tonight I find myself really ready to call it a day.  I was lacking energy enough to keep me from working the way that I wanted to.  Finally in the afternoon I was able to get into a groove of sorts and get a couple  of things done that made me feel better about my day.  It wasn't much to write home about, but then it wasn't too bad.  When I dropped Sheila off at work this morning we found that a window in the back of the school had been broken.  No word if it was a burglary or just vandalism.  I heard one delivery man say that he hoped that it wasn't a sign of how the new school year would go after the first day of school.  Only 179 more 'work' days to go getting up at 6 (or a little after). It will be quite a change for me as well as for little Sheila the lunch lady.  But we do have a goal in mind for her earnings and a vacation next summer!  That is if the water heater doesn't go out first, or the car dies on us, or the pond motor quits, or my copy machine blows up, not to mention taxes or medical emergencies.  179 days -- wonder how many push ups I'll be doing then?