• Is it flattery or is it laziness?

    I just wanted to say that the new site design you are enjoying required a lot of effort, particularly the part where I copied the design from another site. Oh, it’s not as bad as the title suggests… the design was offered as a template.

    Lest you think it required no effort on my part, I spent a good two hours tweaking the CSS file. HAH! Take that nay sayers of the world!

    So what do you think of the new look? Personally, I could just sit and stare (at it) in slack-jawed wonder for hours on end. Picture in your mind a five year old with a high fever, further befuddled by cough meds, staring at a fish tank. That’s me… looking at this page. Who needs fish when you have such a serene blend color and design? Or better yet… who needs much of anything when you have a fever and cough medicine?

    **Surgeon General’s Warning: hosting viral infections can be harmful to your health. These infections can cause runny nose, sore throat, sinusitis, head ache, cold sores, fever, aches and pains, various gastro-intestinal “issues,” higher tolerance for euthanasia, and in rare cases: death. While entries on this site may portray these infections in a positive light, readers should avoid hosting viral infections whenever possible.

  • The only cold that coats

    There’s an old family saying that is appropriate for the occasion: “He who temps fate with recollections of good fortune hands fate a shovel, and grants it the vigor to dig a big hole.”**

    It was just yesterday that Cheryl had remarked that I had been in good spirits since getting back on the bike. Thanks to Cheryl’s hasty proclamations I woke up this morning with a raging case of post-nasal drip, with the customary sore throat. Around 2:30 Cheryl came home and suggested that I looked awful, and ought to take a nap. I would have too, if it hadn’t been 2:30 in the afternoon. The last thing I’ll want at bedtime is that fresh feeling that comes after a long nap. So I’m still up, struggling to keep my eyes open, waiting desperately for bedtime to draw near.

    **Author’s note: there is no such family saying. It doesn’t even add much to the entry… so I have no idea why I put it there. Heck, if I were going to erode the trust of my readers I should have at least told a decent lie… maybe something good for a laugh or two.

  • Made morning

    This is the day we moved Adam’s big bed into his room. You would have thought we opened the car door on Disney World. He walked into his room and his eyes lit up. It’s forty-five minutes later and he’s still running back and forth giggling. Beth’s doing her part to stir him up too, truth be told. I hope he enjoys tonight… just not quite as much.