I’m allocating today to other things, but before I go, have two pictures that follow the thread of my more recent tirades here. The first is from the United States Code, by way of A Nod To The Gods: (Click for a more easily readable version.)
The second is somewhat more direct. I swiped it from David De Gerolamo:
Have a nice day.
Though I know that evening’s empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping,
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet,
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming....[Noted New York City poet and quondam entertainer Robert Zimmerman]
The above verse describes me rather well this morning, so I’ll be taking a day off from this dive. However, as regards The One And Only Topic On Anyone’s Mind, have a few links of particular interest:
I’ll probably be back bright and early tomorrow. Until then, be well.
My lawn tractor won’t start.
We’re almost out of firewood.
It’s time to clean the fireplace.
My cleaning lady retired yesterday.
Spiders have colonized my front porch.
There are raccoons in the eaves of my barn.
The hot water heater isn’t heating the water.
Vendors keep sending me cardboard to recycle.
My dog Sophie, a nine year old German Shepherd mix, is limping again.
My dog Precious, a nine year old Pit Bull mix, keeps tracking mud into the house.
And, as a cherry to go on top of the slag heap, at 4:51 AM EDT I discovered that we’re completely out of coffee.
I need a day to cope. See you tomorrow.
Dig this: The office of the New York City Medical Examiner announced that it has completed its autopsy on the late Jeffrey Epstein, but that it cannot determine the cause of Epstein’s death without additional information.
Brain overheating. Fingers and toes spasming. Steam pouring out ears. Back tomorrow, I hope.
Apologies, Gentle Reader. I’ve had a very poor night, and many necessities impinge – especially preparing for having my floors refinished, and preparing to pay for having them refinished – so I shan’t be posting today. See you tomorrow.
The Wise and the Mad is going very well at the moment, so I’m taking the day off from blogging – possibly more than one day – to concentrate on it. Back soon.
For the past few days I’ve been having an unusual degree of trouble sleeping. In consequence, what I’ve been able to concoct for Liberty’s Torch has struck me as sub-par, barely coherent. As I feel that I’m likely to be similarly afflicted today, I think I’ll step away from the keyboard before the wurdz stert murphng twurd totl gibbrdumphz...
Xrwt? Xrwt?
Though young, 2019 has already been rather hectic, and I find that I need a day or two to rest. Enjoy your Saturday. I hope to be back tomorrow.
I dislike to do this – regular Gentle Readers are aware that I don’t do it often – but I need to take some time away from Liberty’s Torch. Tragedies and assorted less-than-tragic difficulties are being heaped up around me. Losing my best friend was only the beginning. I’m finding it difficult to cope with all of it and still produce reasonably coherent drivel for this blog.
I’ll be back when I’ve cleared some quiet space around me. I have to settle enough of the Sturm und Drang to be able to think without immediately needing to get on my knees and pray for deliverance. Meanwhile, enjoy the emissions from Colonel Bunny, Linda Fox, and my other, all-too-seldom Co-Conspirators.
All my best,
Fran
I’m badly overburdened and already exhausted, Gentle Reader, so there’ll be nothing from me today. Enjoy a day off from my blather.
The C.S.O. and I have decided to take advantage of:
...so I’ll be away from Cyclops for a while. Enjoy your Saturday and check back tomorrow.
My beloved wife often speaks of her “Crazy Tuesdays,” because on Tuesdays she visits a client who hasn’t seen her since the previous Thursday, and somehow things always go haywire – fiscally, not religiously – for them over the weekend. Well, today it’s my turn for a Crazy Tuesday – mostly home-maintenance and mechanical stuff – in recognition of which please allow me a day off from the blog. I hope to be back tomorrow. Until then, be well.
Perhaps you suspected one of these was coming. In any case, I’m swamped, and feeling a bit under-powered as well. I expect I’ll be back tomorrow.
Sorry, Gentle Reader. I’m exhausted, and the needle on my Deep Thoughts meter refuses to budge from the “Brain Completely Empty” position. A weekend spent adventuring with Lara Croft can leave me that way. I’ll see you tomorrow.
As the day promises to be a challenging one, I’m taking it off from blogging. Stay warm, dry, and flu-free, and I’ll see you tomorrow.
As of 7:30 PM on 12/31/2017, I had attained a condition I’d sought for the whole of the year:
I was happy. I was proud. I was also pretty BLEEP!ing tired. But there it was: every box was checked. I could enter 2018 with nothing hanging over my head.
That state of grace lasted for exactly one day.
Please excuse me for the day, Gentle Reader. The list has mysteriously repopulated itself, and I’ve been pounding ‘em out nineteen to the dozen since 4:45 AM. I hope to be back tomorrow. Meanwhile, stay warm.
I’m not feeling well, I have other duties of some weight to address, and we have a major snowstorm bearing down on us, so I hope my Gentle Readers will excuse me for the day. I hope to be back tomorrow. Until then, be well.
For a good reason this time: I’ve just popped an appealing idea for a story, and I hope to get the whole thing done in first draft today!
If you have any unallocated prayer bandwidth, toss a Hail Mary my way. If I’m successful – a bet against the odds, as I write fiction much less rapidly than non-fiction – I’ll announce it later to a flourish of trumpets. And who knows? You might even get to see the results when it’s finished.
UPDATE: No, I didn't finish it -- but I made a good start (about 3,000 words) and I hope to have it done by week's end. Watch this space!
