Too Good to Be True
You knew it was coming. You could see it forming on the horizon, imperceptible chaos lurking just off to the periphery of your vision. Before you knew it, it was all over you like ugly on an ape, leaving you to mutter the immortal words of Bill Murray from Ghost Busters, “That’s the one that slimed me.”
…That’s the one that slimed me…
So I had a good couple of days. Reversal of fortune, Alignment of the elements and all that. Well luck was no lady this time. The First day of autumn brought with it the work day from H-E-double-hockey-sticks. Rock was not flowing, tempers boiled over and now we need to have a royal commission to investigate why the wrong circuit got unplugged by the telephone company. You’d be amazed at how many people don’t appreciate the “sh*te happens” response.
Add to it the fact that my car decided to pick today to break down in a driving rain storm, Western civilization (except for a few Oil Companies) is about to be toppled by Mother Nature for the second time this year, and the three “canine amigos” at home alone decide to tear the house apart. Life is about balance. Yesterday was the good. Today is the bad and the ugly. [sigh]
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Sometimes, I read what you’ve blogged, and I wish that you would write. Not ony because I see the need inside you to express, but for the sheer pleasure of getting to read your words.
Yes… I wish I would to… and what were you doing up that early? (Blog is in UTC time)