You may have noticed that I have been absent. I haven’t felt like writing. Truth be told, I’ve taken to heart the woes of our country. I know….it does no good to worry. I worry. I can’t help myself. And to make it worse, I feel helpless to vent my rage. Short of takin’ that PAB out behind the woodshed and kickin’ the crap out of him, wouldn’t that be a mess, there isn’t much mere mortals can do. Well, except vote. Vote we will ’cause vote we must. The only way to fight the forces of darkness.
To my far flung friends around the world, please know that I’m ashamed of the behavior that was done by our stable genius. The man has no honor, he has bone spurs instead. It truly beggars belief.
Perhaps it’s a general malaise. Leave it to the French to come up with a word that describes my general feeling. I did work therapy today to try and become happy through achievement and manly accomplishments. Instead, I hit the knuckle on my left index finger, twice. Once wasn’t enough fun apparently.
The work which has taken its toll on me is the laying of the new Trex decking. I generally work from when I feel like starting to about 1:00. Then Becky will look at me with a questing look “Hey, why’d ya stop?” I look right back and mouth “One O’clock!”
I have established 1:00 as a bench mark beyond which a man of my advanced age cannot be reasonably expected to toil. More than that would technically be overtime, and that would accrue massive “honey points.” Becky has been slow to adopt my advanced views on the topic.