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My grandfather - the author of many colorful sayings…most of which I still can’t repeat - would often tell me to quit draggin’ arse. (No, he didn’t use the word arse but you get the picture.) Normally because it was 0:darkthirty in the morning and we were going fishing. From age 7 on to 13, he’d use this phrase on me.

I’ve never been a morning person in the first place. I can remember asking Pawpaw why the heck do we get up so early to fish?

“That’s when the fish are up.”

Pawpaw was full of wisdom like that. His favorite bait of choice was chicken hearts. Combine the smell of chicken hearts with fish at 0:darkthirty on the Coosa River and you’ve got a great recipe for vomit. For some reason, none of that bothered me - just the getting up early. I didn’t even mind the cleaning of catfish afterwards.

Lately though - this is exactly what I feel like - draggin’. Haven’t really slept well lately and I’ve really got no real reason as to why.

Today - things should change. Meeting a guy for lunch today that I hope to disciple plus we’ll have teenagers over tonight to start our Summer Film Festival.

And of course blogging about absolutely ridiculously pointless stuff like this helps….sort of.