"I'm getting better!" "No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment!"

[captainsblog]

Awakening for the morning report of animal famine ::koff:: at 5:30, I actually felt better than I had for most of yesterday, so I went about the rounds of beady little eyes and hoped for the best.

Four-ish hours of weird-dream-filled sleep later? Not the worst, but worse.  I bailed out of church and cardio, and have only been out of the house for essential provisions (liquids and kitty litter) during the Bills game.

Which I do not want to talk about.

Eleanor's still battling the bug, too, and we've been online a fair piece, among other things following various aspects of the Occupy Wall Street/Main Street/Your Street movement. One thing I would like to point out to any banks out there: you probably want to suspend your Google AdSense contracts for the next few weeks, because you're bound to be producing some unfortunate anatidaephobic results like this:



I did manage to up my MSN3K word count by well over 50 percent, and am waiting on official word on when I can start blabbing about the material and/or release the draft to beta-reading.

And happy early birthday to la_rainette AND bill_sheehan. Taking the atheist and the Catholic school teacher, putting them in a room with a humidifier and a dehumidifider and letting them ALL fight it out;)

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[bill_sheehan.livejournal.com]

First, glad to hear you and Plantmom are feeling a bit better. (Flashing on an old W.C. Fields / Charlie McCarthy dialog:

W.C. "Then the doctors discovered I had passed the crises."

Charlie: "Passed the crises?"

W.C. "Yes. They caught me blowing the foam off my medicine."

Thanks for the natal day wishes. Tomorrow my status line is, "Once you get to my age, you no longer have to grow up."

I'll never get used to it. Inside this wrinkled old hide is still a guy in his twenties. Last week, a nice young lady on the plane (flying back to Texas with her very pregnant wife, both wearing what looked like shiny new wedding rings) kept calling me "Sir." I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each...