I pause in the midst of my Wrist to Forehead Sunday activities to make a blog post. Not a good blog post, but, well, make your own snide comments here.
I slept in till after six this morning. I felt rather pleased about that, although since I had gone to bed after 11:30 — unprecedented debauchery for me (although I did not actually debauch; I just got to bed late) — I can’t say I felt as rested as I would like to feel. Then again, as the great philosopher Mick Jagger once pointed out, you can’t always get what you want.
After a cup and a half of coffee, I went running. Yay me. It wasn’t a great run, but I did increase my run time by the recommended 10 percent from my most recent longest time. I went to church with my sister, Cheryl, and some of her family (including my wonderful great nephew). Cheryl and her friend Penny were going to a Psychic Fair in Frankfort, but I declined to join them because I had to do laundry, among other things.
Full disclosure: I only did one load of laundry and now a whole hell of a lot else. Steven and I (once he got home from work) were watching Halloween movies, but we paused one to take our poocher, Spunky, for a walk. When we returned, Steven became fired with ambition to put the Halloween lights up on the front porch. So I’m sitting here looking at the blue screen which results when you pause a movie too long, feeling guilty that I am sitting here pecking away at the laptop keyboard while Steven does something useful. What’s that all about?
So its another damn dumb post, but what do you want from me on a Sunday? I’ll see what I can come up with for Monday. In the meantime, I leave you with a philosophical question: Should I have gone to the Psychic Fair? Discuss amongst yourselves.