This is what Brian Williams said on the NBC Nightly News last night:
And there is some intriguing research out there tonight, having to do with whether you’re a morning person or night owl . This could be geneticic, studies say, due to the power of your internal rhythms. They say people who wake up on the early side tend to die before 11 a.m., later sleepers, 6:00 p.m. You might want to adjust your own planning.
So I thought that was interesting, and I figure I’m already ahead of my early-riser friends, since I’ll get a good seven hours more. Which I will probably just piss away.
In puppy news, she’s doing well. She’s become accustomed to having Greek yogurt in the morning, along with her antibiotic pill, which she didn’t used to have, before The Great Dental Adventure. I’m never going to be able to break her of this now. She runs immediately to the refrigerator first thing in the morning and waits there for me. Then she throws herself against the backs of my legs while I’m scooping it out for her.
My office is closing early tomorrow, but I can’t leave until the UPS man gets there because I’m waiting for a turkey-shaped mold. Which I have been looking for for years.
I keep waking up with a migraine, so I looked that up on the internet. Where people are telling me that serotonin is a vasodilator. Which is hooey. I think I’ll just ask my neurologist. And sleep an hour less.
The lack of good radio in this city is becoming a serious issue for me. I don’t want to listen to CDs in the car. I told you I was going to miss that Mara Davis.
Just like a Slattery 
You could stream our public radio, The Current: http://minnesota.publicradio.org/radio/services/the_current/
The problem is that I miss a great mix of music, and I miss DJ patter. I really, really don’t enjoy listening to talk radio. For the most part, I don’t listen to radio in the office during the day, but I do love to listen to it in the car, and I like it mixed up. I enjoy the commercials, I like to hear a wide variety, from the Stones to Mumford & Sons to The Cure to Adele.
There’s not a station here anymore that I can get that at, at least not in the car. It’s having a serious effect on my days.
I HAVE a turkey shaped cake mold. It was a tool for disaster a few years ago. I ended up with a huge German Chocolate turkey cake carcass, and was so upset, that I gave Caitlyn a fork and told her to eat all she could, and I did the same, then we threw the rest away. She has never forgotten.
The one I’ve ordered is smaller. I actually called Nordicware yesterday about that mold and found it was too big. Had I known you had one, I’d have been all over a visit north to borrow it in a hurry.
Unfortunately, I’m going to be (attempting to) mold layers of cheese and spiced walnuts in it, so I can only imagine that this is going to end in frustration and cussing of a grade to make a sailor blush. Plus, you know, white cheeses so it’s going to look like The Turkey From Beyond. The more I think about this, the more it sounds like a really bad idea. I should just stop before it goes too far.