Random musings at 5am...

As I begin this entry, the clock in in the lower right corner of the screen reads 4:50am. 

I wonder how much of my life has been spent wide awake at this time of the morning.  I mean, most of my working life has been spent working these hours and my mother tells me I kept her and my Dad up when I was a baby so it makes sense that I am here writing on this blog, with an informercial playing on the TV.

As far as it goes now I am happy for the most part.  However, I didn't have a great February, though the month did bring about the dawning of something new in the relationship department, the total immobilization brought on by that snowstorm and it's aftermath made things a little lean in my pocketbook.  So it was a feast or famine sort of situation. 

I have a strong desire to start driving again, but not so much now.  Why?  Glad you asked...

When my Mom and I came back from dinner last night the gas prices in Tulsa were $3.24 a gallon for regular unleaded gasoline.  I was on the bus, on my way into work, when I saw a hapless convenience store clerk step out to the sign and change the price from $2.99 over to $3.09 some three weeks ago and this week, it soared to it's highest level.  Ever.  When I got my drivers license way back in 1987 the gas prices were a dirt cheap $1.10 a gallon.  It took about 15 bucks to fill my parents 1978 Oldsmobile Cutlass the day I made my first triumphant jaunt around town.

Now it's a brutal $60 or more to fill most mid-sized vehicles, and nearly $100 to fill vans and larger trucks.  Suddenly, I don't feel so bad about riding the bus anymore.  Sure, it's a pain and it's less than a timely manner to get anywhere, but I am saving money doing it.  What's worse is that the redneck answer to the problem, that being having someone step up and put a bullet through Gadhafi's head, for example, will likely push the gas prices to near $5 a gallon once that does happen.  It won't drop like a rock.

Hopefully, something will give and get the prices back down.  I won't pretend to know what that might be.

Well, that worked...I am actually sleepy, or that espresso shot that was in my mocha yesterday afternoon is losing it's grip.  Either way, this random musing is done. 

Good night.