Send me some sunshine … I will pay the freight.
Been an interesting week for sure. Some of it good, some of it not so good.
They say that variety is the spice of life, but I just have not seen it here lately. My friend James sent me an email today and his comment was “Don I believe you need some sunshine.” This led to my thoughts for the post this day. James often gives me new insight on occasion.
He is a good friend.
Quite possibly he could be right, lately I find myself lying in my rack, worrying about the horrible condition of the planet and how I can save it. Truth being I cannot, and we already have a Pope, so what do they need me for?
Then there is the weight of pressing issues. The matter of updating my profile picture on FaceBook, something I want to do, but cannot. The dark circles under my eyes make it look like I have forgotten to take my Halloween mask off.
People have once again, started asking me if I feel okay.
The answer is … No … Soon I’m going to start making up some story as to why I look this way. It is either that, or going back to drugs, which I understand are very expensive these days.
It has gotten so bad here lately that I cannot doze off during an episode of the X-Factor or a Dallas Cowboy game. More and more, it seems like people are hurling insults at me. This is especially noticeable on local and cable news, TV and radio ads, morning, afternoon and late night talk shows, religious channels, entertainment tabloid shows, and, NPR aside, almost all radio.
It’s almost as if all the news anchors, reporters, product pitchmen, talk show hosts, politicians, sportscasters, DJ’s, preachers and bus board trollers seem to hate me.
And to top all of this off … The “I” key on my keyboard is only working about 50% of the time now, I may have to spring for a new laptop. (You would really be surprised how many words in our language consist of the letter “I” and the letter “T.”) The two keys showing the most wear and tear at this time on my machine.
Next week, I am going back to basic’s … Back to what works, and the rest of this stuff, well, think I will toss it. Every now and then, I seem to get jammed up in the wheels of life, and I feel the need to either grease them or extract myself for awhile.
Other than that, everything else is just swell.