Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for May 06, 2021

And when you retire all those worries go away. The only thing you have to worry about is: When will the grim reaper show up?

Does Pam actually sleep in her worksuit?

Did I turn out the porch light?

Did I unplug the toaster?

What errands do I need to do tomorrow?

And a special fear, just for Pam: Bra finally gives up and commits suicide in despair.

I believe Calvin once said the night is dark so you can focus on your fears.

I don’t like Anxiety Man. :(

If you’re Black of course, you might find instead your local PD coming by to sprinkle your bedroom with bullets.

I thought it was his cousin insomnia, who visits me far too often.

Still better than Krampus

I’ve posted this some time ago. It seems like a good time for a reprise.

The Peace of Wild Thingsby Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

He’s not that bad. Sometimes, he stays and has a midnight poptart snack with me.

When you lie down, you will not be afraid; Yes, you will lie down and your sleep will be sweet.Proverbs 3:24

Susan Ivanova:Have you ever heard of the hour of the wolf?

Lyta Alexander:No.

Susan Ivanova:My father told me about it. It’s the time between 3:00 and 4:00 in the morning. You can’t sleep, and all you can see is the troubles and the problems and the ways that your life should’ve gone but didn’t. All you can hear is the sound of your own heart. I’ve been living in the hour of the wolf for seven days, Lyta. Seven days. The wolf and I are now on a first-name basis. In times like this, my father used to take one large glass of vodka before bed. ‘To keep the wolf away,’ he said. And then he would take three very small drinks of vodka, just in case she had cubs while she was waiting outside. [she takes a drink] It doesn’t work.

Oh Mister Fearman

Bring me some fears

That I’ll have to drown off

With sev-er-al beers

When you’re much older, getting to sleep isn’t the problem: getting up is.

I have never heard of “sand” helping you sleep. Metallica certainly doesn’t think so.

“Did you ever worry so much about money that you woke up screaming in the debt of night?”

—Biff Rose

Imagine if you lived in Minnesota or Portland?

I’m glad I’ve past the phase, now it’s ‘what, me worry?’.

Eye boogers are the origin of Sandman’s sand. Ew!

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life. – Monty Python