Wormhole...

This IS Friday, Isn't It?

Well, the majority of the words herein were written Friday.
And today would have made a good Friday-- went by fast and with minimal irritation.

Friday had all the makings of Monday.

But... today is Monday.

And, suddenly, I'm dizzy! LOL!

Let's just tell it like it went down...

Oh-six-thirty hours in Houston, Texas, [31 July 2009] and it is eighty-two degrees Fahrenheit on the thermometer.

Forty cents worth of coffee remains in my cup. The other dollar's worth has been involuntarily proffered to MollyMaroon's floorboard.

So twenty minutes later the java is doctored up @ work.

By a QUACK, it seems [C sighs exasperatingly]; the non-dairy, powdered, high-cholesterol creamer substance and the floor-recovered grinds are a serious bring-ya-down from the Irish Cream and French Roast...

But the cuppa does it's duty. Fifteen minutes after the start-labor buzzer, I'm drenched in sweat. Literally. My jeans are two-tone, the shade lighter below the knees where the denim shows proficiency avoiding skin contact.

And lucky me-- guess where I get to spend the sufficiently heated-up Houston afternoon?
You Guessed It-- the Insulation Attic!!! HARHARHAR!!!

Oh, joy is me...

Well, good thing this isn't a Monday, because... as a Monday, these events would SUCK!!! LOL!
Really, they bite ANY day, but a Monday, well... SHEESH!!!

A Friday?
Tolerable, mayhap. Indifferent, minimally. Because, well-- it's FRIDAY!!! HA!!!

Isn't it?
Isn't...

Is I dizzy again?

Slainte!

Cygnus