I'm having one of those mornings this morning. You know, the kind where you just want to pull the covers back over your head and wake up tomorrow.

 It must be something to do with the old saying that “Tomorrow will be a better day.” The only thing is, I've got to get through today. I guess you could say it started a couple days ago. I don't know why, but the last few days, or nights, all I want to do is toss and turn.

 It's like Boo Edwards used to say, “Boy, you’re so lazy, you could go to bed and dream about working, and wake up tired.” Maybe that's what it is, I'm dreaming about the sawmill, and my body is just reminding me what I felt like when I got home.

If it would only have ended there. I guess it started when my clock went off this morning, well, the second time it went off. I had already slapped it one time, and I mean slapped it. I heard Mel say from the bathroom, “Why don't you lay there a few more minutes.”

Well, that's all it took, I was out like a light.

Finally fifteen or so minutes later, or so I thought, had passed by, I figured enough's enough, I got to get up. The only thing is, that fifteen minutes turned out to be TWO AND A HALF HOURS LATER. Here it is Wednesday morning, I haven't even thought of a column, and the way it's going, I almost slept past my deadline. I've only got one thing I really have to do a week, and I'm gonna sleep right through it.

And that's when the real fun began. I got to roll out of bed, and every bone in my body felt like it wanted to let me know, it didn't want to get up. And if I tried, it was gonna make me pay for it. And it did.  Well, what's first, I ain't got time to ride the bike, much less try the treadmill, I better walk Doc before his kidneys explode.  

'Com'on, boy, let's go.” Did you know that mutt of mine can give you a more sarcastic look than most people I know. He didn't even give me the courtesy of looking at me, he just cracked his eyes open enough to let me know my intrusion into his rabbit hunt was not appreciated. Then he went back to sleep.

Well, let me eat something, maybe that'll help me get fired up, at least enough where my brain cells will at least START thinking about a column.

 I cooked a ham — well, I warmed up one of those canned hams, for supper, so a couple eggs, and a chunk of that ham, that seemed the way to go. That is till I dropped the ham in with the eggs, and about broke the yolks, I like mine over easy.

 So dummy me decides to take the ham back out and cook it when the eggs are done. Not a bad idea, that is, if you used a fork, nope I grabbed it with my fingers, did you know ham get's hot fast in a hot frying pan?

Well, guess who stopped by to join me for breakfast, you guessed it, rabbit hunts over, and he's ready to rock and roll, my buddy Doc.

 Well, he's just gonna have to wait. And he did, never taking his eye off me eating, like I was supposed to pull him up a chair and fix him a plate.

Well, he did let me eat in peace, sorta, so I figured he's about ready to hit the yard.  We head out the door, and just as he makes it to the ground something grabs that beagle nose of his.

 Folks, he can stand there 10 minutes and not move a muscle and just sniff. Like he's a bloodhound chasing an escaped prisoner. Something has crossed his domain, and he can't figure out what it is.

I remembered I had a sack of dog food I'd left in the truck, so I figured what the heck, while he's doing his statue imitation, I go ahead and bring it in. That broke he's concentration, and he's right on my heels. That is till we get in the house, then he realizes he forgot to do something, and out the door we go, AGAIN.   

Well, we’re back in the house again, and with that big bag of dog food, he's starving. But the thing is, there's still a little in the other bag. And he won't get out the way for me to pour the rest in his bowl: “I WANT THE NEW BAG.”

 So I pick up the bowl and figured I'd just pour that little bit in it, then finish it off with the new bag. So I set the bowl on the edge of the washing machine, and start pouring ... right into the washing machine, on the floor and every where else it can go, except in the bowl.

Finally, and I mean finally, I get to sit down in front of the computer, and I've got a headache, a back ache, and my fingers are so stove up they don't want to bend to type.

Plus I don't have a clue what to write about.

 Folks, I'm sorry ya'll about not having a column this week. No matter how hard I tried, everything I touched this morning,  just seemed to go wrong.

But I promise ya'll, I'll do better next week.