Some days are just like that.
Wrote for a spell, got a bit of work out of the way, plus I corrected two typos that crept through the screening process, and then I had a plea for an emergency reading, real fast like, which, seeing as how I wasn’t too busy, I could get to, right after I hiked around for a bit (5 miles), dunked in the creek (68 degrees), and then, after a little coffee, I was ready.
Later, Bubba Sean popped by for a Sandy’s run. Thursday – Saturday special. Enumerated many times over.
In between, someplace or other, there’s got to be a fish, right? Cherchez le poisson?
I plucked a favored text off the shelf, and I literally, had to blow the dust off it. Time to reread Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, just because, just because I’m a purist? Late (great) Douglas Adams, Pisces, Mac-head, author…. I don’t know about the radio or TV bits – I just read the books.
And there’s one more hot waste of time, FatBoy Slim Joker Video
