Once again, this entry comes to you courtesy of a ride in a car. It must be a welcome change from the death watch at the allergist. Me? I could go either way.
We finished up the mother of all mini vacations today. A word of thanks goes out to the patron saint of good timing. (Who would have guessed that I’m not really up to speed on my saints?) We practically walked right on everything…
WARNING: SOME OF THE DIALOG HAS BEEN EMBELLISHED FOR THE SAKE OF ENTERTAINMENT. THE AUTHOR TAKES LITTLE FOR GRANTED, AND HOPES THAT YOU ALLOW HIM LICENSE TO USE THE WORD ‘ENTERTAINMENT’ IN THE BROADEST SENSE POSSIBLE.
It was two years ago… An eye doctor told me I had “dry eye”. He advised me that there were two “drains” in your eye, and that plugging one…
“My Jack Russell Terrier is smarter than your honor student.” This is the bumper sticker that I saw on my drive home from work on Friday. You’ve probably seen a few bumper stickers in your day, haven’t you? I’ve seen a few. Most of them are pretty benign. Some of them promote a cause or a politician that I don’t support. Still fewer make a statement that rubs my…
I think of my self as sentimental. By this I mean that I tend to be reflective. I think about the past; the good, the bad and the ugly. I come across objects that I associate with events and I am swept away by memories and emotions from the past. Why should you care? I don’t really know. I thought it might explain some things…
I was going through my briefcase this afternoon, looking…
I know this. You know this. We also know that there is a difference between knowing and doing. Case in point (you just knew there had to be one): TONIGHT.
I like sleep, and I think sleep likes me. We get along famously, but occasionally things come between us. When this happens sleep gets angry with me. He starts to come by when he isn’t wanted. You can understand why I wouldn’t want…
Does your stomach hurt? Do feel like you want to hurl? Does your head ache? Does the thought of food drive you into a single minded, Pavlovian response?
Suddenly my phone rings. No, that’s not exactly true. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket. Exercising good mobile phone etiquette, I stepped outside to see who was so important they felt it necessary to interrupt the death watch. It was…