Yesterday, my chest/pecs was really achy from the little bit of shovelling I did. I thought, man I have no upper body strength. Then I made French onion soup, and while deglazing the pan, I got a lungful of red wine fumes that made me cough and cough for the rest of the night. Then around midnight, fever set in, and I realized that I wasn't necessarily weak as a kitten nor did I scorch my lungs with steam. I've got some kind of weird cold/flu, centred in my chest. I woke up sounding like Patti and/or Selma.
I have the day off and it's still looking like Hoth outside, so I am tucked in for the day, horrifying Oz with my renditions of Leonard Cohen tunes.
Wow, I do not know any of these TV-Shakespeare collabs.
I got an early morning phone call from a site in Nebraska. Darn them and their central time! But I got up and had my pancakes and coffee. And am now dilly-dallying. Four more days til vacation...
Feel better, Sue!
There's six or seven inches of snow atop my birdbath. That's close enough to Hoth for me.
It's like Naboo here. Sorry, all you Hoth dwellers. [link]
The best weather closure I've seen today was "The Army is cancelled on Tuesday." Which I'm quite sure was just an awkward way of saying that Fort Bragg and local offices other than the base have closed whatever non-essential stuff they can, but I couldn't help thinking, "wait, that's all it takes? Let's do this more often!"
"The Army is cancelled on Tuesday."
"To other countries, terrorist groups, etc. If you want to invade us on Tuesday, go ahead and try. Good luck."
Does anyone remember the songs from the episode of Gilligan's Island where they did a musical version of Hamlet?
It is to be / or not to be/ that is the question/ that I ask of me...
Racist cab driver is listening to Rush Limbaugh, sweet fancy Moses.
Has this been seen?
They have re-enacted the history of warfare in one apartment with modified Nerf guns, ending with the Nerf equivalent of the atom bomb. Impressive.
