I rarely have it happen, but tonight was one of those rare times when my mind kicked into overtime and kept me up all night.

It started with a review of every boss I ever had. What!? I’ve had a few, some wretched bastards, most OK, one or two exceptional and inspired leaders. Of course, my brain focused on the wretched bastards and every single thing they ever did that upset me! Hey, I was surprised how much suppression my brain works under!

Andy at two months of age.

Yep, those people are history, out of my life, dead or dying, hit with fate’s fickle finger, basically taken care of by the vicissitudes of life. That is, my brain needn’t work up any more terrible and tragic things to happen to these people who don’t exist in my life anymore. Let it go, brain!

I tried thinking a positive thought or two, side tracking the brain from its endless focus on negativity. Tomorrow, for example, Andy and Dougy turn three years old! The Big 3! That’s fun! And my brother and I decided we’d celebrate the birthdays by ordering Blizzards at Dairy Queen. No fun for the cat brothers, granted, but they truly don’t care about birthdays. I’m convinced of it.

That helped.

Then I decided I might as well just get up and hit the computer, maybe write my post for the day, though I have little or nothing to write, unless you enjoy ready brain revenge fantasies about people you don’t know! Probably not.

Besides, when I get into this mode, I come back to one of my favorite quotes, something that is a healthy slap back to reality:

Oh, this blog is about retirement and two cats. Did I mention Andy beat the crap out of Dougy yesterday morning? Bad boy! But they were best buddies and best brothers forever by later in the day. I think it was a dispute over Dougy’s wanton use of Andy’s favorite place to lounge by the front door. Dougy yowled and hissed even. No blood, though. Andy got his point across…for now!