Back On Our Head

The post title is a variation on the punchline from an old joke about the denizens of Hell and the proprietor of that space.  One could just as easily apply it to the 'toon above or to YrHmblScrb hisownself, who took a personal day yesterday.  I DO like the benefits, such as they are, with this job.  The pay sucks but there are perks... like working from home, surprise gifts from Occasional Readers that arrive in the mail or are sometimes delivered in person (Thanks Bob, Gordon, Jenny, Lou, and others too numerous to name!), and the boss is a REALLY great guy.  Well, most of the time.  He gets a lil testy from time to time and I think that's because he's in need of "a woman's touch," to be sorta delicate about the whole thing.

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Yesterday sucked.  We stayed up too late, slept too late, and the weather was miserable.  The sky alternated in between a steel gray overcast and towering dark cumulus clouds that threatened serious rain but only spit on us from time to time.  Said rain wasn't enough to wet the streets but it was just enough to keep us indoors.  It was also quite warm, humid, and windy... which is never a good combination, no matter where you are.

Our mood last evening was such that we passed up Happy Hour altogether; no beer, no G&Ts, no single malt, and no cigar.  I often use the phrase "I do that because I CAN" but yesterday was a case of not doing it to see if I could.  I suppose I'm not an alcohol junkie yet because I'm feeling no ill effects from a (close to) 48 hour bout of abstinence.

Things are much better today in all respects.  Our skies are clear and blue, the wind has died down (sorta), and the humidity is at a manageable level.  There WILL be a Happy Hour today.

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Finally... from our Taiwanese friends, what The One REALLY meant to say...

 

"Take a vacation.  Go somewhere nice.  Like Spain.  Wait."  Heh.