Bob Costas is finally taking a sick day for his eyes: [link]
(Can you tell I don't feel like working? Heh.)
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Bob Costas is finally taking a sick day for his eyes: [link]
(Can you tell I don't feel like working? Heh.)
I don't feel like working either, or like getting dressed and going to work and then working.
I suspect I may be late today
Bob Costas eyes are awful looking. Initially, I thought he had a stroke. Alas, he's missing a good opportunity to go on a world broadcast with an eye patch, imitating a pirate.
I suspect I may be late today
And I was, but not just because I didn't want to get off the sofa. I made it as far as the shower and had shampoo on my head when the doorbell rang, which I ignored, until the door pounding started, so I wrapped up in a couple of towels and answered, only to find one police officer at the door and 2 or 3 others on the lawn. They were looking for Vincent, who I guess used to live in my house (I get mail for him some times), and seemed to believe I wasn't him, so they didn't stay long.
I think the towels helped.
Well played, Vincent.
Aw, Shirley Temple died. I adored her movies beyond all reason when I was a kid. Still like them, I have to say.
I need to get up and take a shower, but the dog is sleeping next to me.
They were looking for Vincent, who I guess used to live in my house (I get mail for him some times), and seemed to believe I wasn't him, so they didn't stay long.
Oh jeez! I've gotten a lot of collection calls for other people, but never cops at the door, thank goodness.
I don't want to work, but I dragged myself to the office for breakfast and meditation, and I'm trying to get things done and pay attention in meetings.
Coffee machine is broken on my floor. That's not helping.