It’s Friday. Yippee (note the lack of exclamatory punctuation). Allegedly an off-day, though it hasn’t been the case for many weeks. Things are heating up in my corner of the world, though not necessarily good heat. We aren’t talking tangled sheets or a steamy sexual interlude. It’s all about work, work, work. Remember the Mel Brooks flick, “Blazing Saddles”? Well, of course you do. Who doesn’t? I quote the fine Governor William J. Le Petomane (Mel)…”Work, work, work. Work, work, work.” I personally would prefer to be the eloquent, though functionally illiterate Mr. Hedley Lamaar, at least sometimes. The less one knows, the less is expected. He had some great lines in the movie … “My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought, cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.” That netted a comment from Taggart: “Gal-darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a 20-dollar whore.” (Note to self. Rent BS again.)
So, here we are on the 10th of October in the Year of our Lord 2008 and I am sinking ever slower into the depths of more work than I can feasibly handle. Tomorrow, which is Saturday, I am avoiding the puter altogether and opting for some actual physical activity. I stagnate from sitting here for so long day after day. My treadmill misses me. My tennis shoes miss me. My kids miss me. My S misses me. Perhaps we will opt for a day in the sunshine, clean up Esmerelda before Winter Hell hits, maybe catch a flick on the tube, make something outrageously sinful for the girls to enjoy (we old bitches have to watch our figures).
A day off . . . w h a t. . . a . . . c o n c e p t.
In other news, I have to go see the eyeball man next Friday. Something is amiss with these here windows to my soul. Could be a need for Windex (antibiotics), I suppose, but only time will tell.
Well, I have avoided things all that I can…and I am OUTTA HERE.
WW
