It’s hard getting back to work, back into the swing of things, after the holidays. I worked only two days last week, and work only two days this week. God, I need to be independently wealthy. I like getting up whenever I darn well feel like it instead of when an alarm clock tells me I have to. I much prefer doing what I want to do, exactly when I want to do it, instead of adhering to a schedule. Business is pretty dead right now, which means I’m pretty bored. If I were at home, I could be doing something ... interesting.
My boss and I were wondering about something this morning. If someone calls and tells us one of our clients is hearing voices, let alone the voice of God, we get the ball rolling to schedule them a commitment hearing. Pat Robertson gets a voice message directly from God's lips and he gets fifteen more minutes on TV. Odd.
Oprah Winfrey has endowed (and now opened) a school for disadvantaged girls in South Africa – because she promised Nelson Mandela she would do it. The question I’m hearing a lot is, what about the untold numbers of children in this country who could (and would no doubt love to) benefit from such noblesse oblige? There are young girls in gangs, in juvenile facilities, on the streets, in untenable home environments who could actually blossom and flourish in such a school. The consensus I’m hearing is cliché but true: charity should begin at home.
Today’s anti-lesson in Twisted Linguistics.
treets – Food for virtual pets.
coeague – The fever that killed the Coe family.
rumouir – Gossip, yes, cherie?
moinday – A request for more racing on the first day of the week.
vaslve – Salve for vassals.
puuled – A muscle injury that has turned gangrenous and smells bad.
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