• I’m not sure if this is an old guy thing or not, but twice in the last two weeks — including last night, unfortunately — I’ve been absolutely unable to go to sleep. It might be that the brain won’t shut down; it might be that the cat is washing while he’s leaning on my leg; it might be a cough by Mrs. Crappy; or it might be that I’m just too hot or too cold. Whatever the reason, I keep looking at the clock, and it keeps getting later and later. Last night, I know the last time I looked before I fell asleep was 5:30. I had to be up at 9:30. This is no fun.
  • Know what helped (besides two cans of Pepsi Max)? A bowl of Count Chocula for breakfast. Thankyouthankyouthankyou Target.
  • On Friday night I met a bunch of the Pittsburgh crew at Las Velas for dinner on its opening night. I knew the company would be great, and I’m pleased to say the food was just as good. I had two of their excellent margaritas — which is probably one more than I actually needed — and a Burrito Cancun with luscious marinated pork. The house salsa might be the best I’ve ever tasted and the desserts we had at the table, one of which was a flambe with strawberries prepared at our table by the owner, David, were spectacular. Mine was a banana-caramel cheesecake thing wrapped in a tortilla, fried and drizzled with chocolate sauce. I don’t remember what either was called — did I mention the excellent margaritas? — but you can’t go wrong with either one.
  • Also: The chairs at Las Velas? Veeerrrry comfortable.
  • I watched two rugby matches on Saturday afternoon. The Angels — who might be ready move up to my second-favorite team to watch — got a big win for its A side, one that clinched a top seed in its upcoming league playoffs; its B side got a big win as well, one that included the first-ever try by Calipanthergrl.
  • Saturday afternoon and evening were quiet — I took in as much college football as I could until it was time to head to the airport to pick up Mrs. Crappy. We had a great time back at the house talking about her trip, going through the stuff she brought home and drinking the bottle of Bigger Hop I had ready for her arrival.
  • No. I didn’t burn the house down.
  • The Buckeyes continue to improve. The Browns continue to suck. There you go.

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  1. Next time you can’t sleep, or that you wake up in the middle of the night, DO NOT look at the clock. Someone gave me that tip a few years ago and it really helps.


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