I woke up with a pounding headache (tell me more, T-bone!), but for some reason, as the day progressed, I just started feeling better. It's not because I was getting a lot done at work (I didn't) or I took a lot of medicine (I didn't). The little beastie germ has just run its course. Bye, beastie!
Normally I'm not someone who likes to lay around and do nothing. I have projects! I enjoy exercise! Playing with the Cutlet is fun! Cars to wash! Garages to clean out! But instead I had lots of time to read and think about stuff. And because if you're here you are bored now, I'll take you on a short journey through my sick mind (er, my mind when I was sick. Yeah!).
• Now that summer's fever has broken, there are things I'm already lamenting the loss of. Such as the free-spirited-ness of knowing that when I open the door it's unlikely I'll need to wear more than I've already got on, even if that's just shorts and a T-shirt. My neighbor, unfortunately, forgos the T-shirt. Including when he's mowing the lawn. It ain't pretty. I'm kind of glad my other nabes don't go topless, mostly because we're surrounded by old ladies.
So after months of complaining about oppressive, double-digit heat, I will moan about how colder weather sucks and why can't you get a decent Sno-Cone in November?
• I nearly cursed the name (which I didn't even know) of the scurvy wench (on roller skates forgoodnesssake) at Sonic who failed to plop a cherry into my cherry root beer. How hard is that to do? I prefer two cherries, but finding the one I thought wasn't there was a nice surprise. Sorry, scurvy wench.
• It's amazing how well my wireless Internet connection at home works late at night. Sometimes during the day I log on and find six other wireless networks overlapping the house, interfering with my personal WiFi mojo. I wonder what all the old ladies are surfing the 'Net for? Do I really want to know?
• Sure is devastating when a well-known and wacky personality dies. How about that crocodile hunter guy, Steve Irwin? Some news guy said that for kids it's the equivalent of Princess Diana dying. I sort of get it. I'd say it's more like Jim Henson dying, except that he was better known as a talking green sock than himself, at least to kids. A shame no matter what, especially for the family he leaves behind. Always interesting when people say, "he died doing what he loved." Well, not really; if given the choice, most would rather have lived through it than enjoyed it to death. I love to do a lot of things, but my death during any one of them would probably put a major dent in the fun.
• I don't use spell-check functions when I post on this site. Nor am I really careful about leaving comments at others' sites. There are times when I've corrected myself with a followup comment, but I try to stay away from that. Sure, sometimes I re-read stuff to see if it makes sense. You can tell by this post that even when it doesn't I don't do a heckuva lot of editing. Sorry; this Internet stuff is ethereal, temporary, floating. Why worry about grammer and speling?
Happy day, peeps. I'll be back real soon.
that cherry thing, i totally feel you. sometimes the neighbors hear me curse it makes me so nuts! sometimes i get 4...sometimes none. being consistent never hurt! hope you feel better soon!
Nice post. I'm finally back online! Trying to catch up on reading everyone's posts.
I hope you feel better. And I'm sorry that girl didn't give you her cherry!
;oP
i spell check on my site b/c there have been times there is absolutely no way someone would understand what i wrote. comments, your site, you figure it out. =0)