Rescuing the rescuers

I woke up at 3:00 this morning. Fun. There is too much going on in my life. It is waking me up in the middle of the night. I wish there was a quick answer, but it all involves too many factors, many of which I am not in control. I keep staring at that sentence, trying to figure out how it should be structured. I know it's wrong. My only excuse is that its three in the morning.

I am watching this show on BBC America. Apparently a lot of British people are stuck on the cliffs of mountains in the highlands of Scotland. Even the rescuers seem to be getting stuck. The rescuers are now rescuing the rescuers. I guess it ends when all of the rescuers are stuck on the mountains and there is no one left to provide rescue service. It reminds me of one of those pictures of a mirror in a mirror in a mirror. Ad nauseum. Its "ER" on a series of cliffs. Its picturesque but I need to go back to sleep.

The last couple of days have been beautiful and I have enjoyed the mornings and evenings on the patio. I need to get physical exercise of some kind every day. That's the only solution. Saturday afternoon until eight o'clock p.m. that night, I performed some strenuous work on the landscape in the back of our house. The following night I slept like a baby. I woke up about 8:00 o'clock the next morning. That may have even included my normal nap time in front of the television before I went off to bed.

Well, the rescuers are getting closer to the edge. Now they are rappelling off the mountains to get the rescuers who are now stuck on the side of the mountains. There are helicopters who are causing the crashed car to move closer to the edge; there are falcon eggs hidden in a backpack; there's a guy losing his leg because they can't remove his body from the vehicle and another guy dying because they couldn't get medical attention to him on time. There seems to be no end to the drama. Perhaps it is time to turn off the tv and try to go back to sleep. Tough choices for some.