That sharp pain in my left side I alluded to a couple days ago is back with a vengeance. So much so I spent most of the day in bed.
It laughs in the face of ibuprofen.
Given that the highlight of my day was going downstairs to get the mail – a slow, excruciating process by the way – I was left with little to write about. Once again, in order to make the blog work I’m forced to pull something out of my ass.
Saturday evening, the close of a slow day during which I didn’t bother to put on pants.
Which is a lot like most days, unfortunately.
I’m playing old school Xbox. Djoser – who’s clearly at least as bored as I am – has decided to attack my feet from his base under the ottoman. Fortunately I’m wearing socks. Fun fact about me: I HATE being barefoot.
Then I remember, “Hey, I bought these guys a new cat toy yesterday!”
I must have slept on my side weird last night, as I’m now in almost incapacitating pain. I fear if a sneeze catches me off guard, I’ll spew my visceral contents all over the 1976 World Book Encyclopedia set immediately to my left.
Cleaning supplies on hand are woefully inadequate for such a scenario.
I suppose this means I’d better finish this week’s FCR before I turn the Command Center into even more of a biohazard than it already is.
Ever wonder how the American Revolution created Canada?
Well, as it turns out the Continental Army was at least as interested in Canada as it was in its own jurisdictions, at least at first. That had some far-reaching consequences. So let’s take a look, eh? Beauty!
I have a nasty habit of over-thinking things. Like in high school, when I’d do things like turn the prospect of an innocuous prom date into a 60-year commitment in my head.
And then forget about the damn thing anyway.
Image credit: TV-INTROS
And so it is with blog entries. No one said I had to write Pulitzer Prize-winning material every damn day. So with that in mind, today’s installment of “Lane Tells You How to Write!” keeps things simple.
After six months and nearly 200 posts, it’s hard to believe I haven’t touched on all of my major weaknesses and eccentricities here at SB at least once. Yet much to my surprise, today I found a topic largely unmentioned.
Chronologically my daughter is eight years old. Psychologically though she’s increasingly in a transitory state. Sometimes she acts more like four, other times more like 24. See seems to move between the two seamlessly.
I was the same way with my penchant for unnecessary formality.
I know this is perfectly normal; I’m not worried or anything like that. It’s just disconcerting as all hell.