Monday, June 23, 2008
Yesterday was essentially one of those "do-nothing" days. Not by choice, but by reason of just feeling generally crappy. Apparently, I ate something Saturday that disagreed with me. Violently. I was up sick from around 2:00 A.M. 'til nearly 5:00 A.M., and it left me feeling peaked all day Sunday. Since I didn't feel like reading, or writing or anything else of a productive nature, I spent much of the day lying around on the sofa like a slug.
The dog kept me company until the afternoon thunderstorms rolled through. She's terrified of thunder and, at the first sound of it, she dives under the sofa. I can't say that I blame her much, because there were a couple of very strong storms yesterday. One dumped so much hail that it sounded like my windows were going to break. Then, another series of strong ones rolled through around 9:30 last night -- sans the hail but with some pretty spectacular lightning bolts and monsoonal rain. It was a bumpy night.
Anyway... Since I lost yesterday for all intents and purposes, I'm glad I had a good (and productive) Saturday.
And now it's Monday again, and I need to be reporting for work bright-eyed and busy-tailed and capable of doing some ... work.
I'd be interested in hearing from you guys about your very-much-better weekends.
Our merry band of TWISTED LINGUISTICS Inquisitors rode out and rounded up these miscreant Words Gone Wild, brought them back, charged them with blasfomy, and put them on the rack. Do with them as you will.
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Innovative funny man George Carlin died yesterday. Wherever he is, I'll bet he's still pushing the envelope -- and keeping them in stitches. He'll be missed.