I should start by saying I have no idea what time or date it is. I think Christmas was a few days ago, and something about this ringing in my ears tells me it was a doozy. I can tell from stubbed toes that my son made out like a bandit, racking up enough markers … Continue reading »
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A Spoonful of Mayer
It’s a phenomenon I thought I’d explained like this: exhaustion and intravenous drugs. ”Too much downtime” and “Desire To Return To Running Man Robot-ing” were also plausible answers. Whatever the cause, here is the effect: I get super-peppy-pop-songs stuck in my head… when I’m sick. Oddly, healthy days are spent reciting overly emotional lyrics to whiny … Continue reading »
A Very {Peter Gallagher} Christmas To You & Yours, Friend.
Happy Day After Thanksgivi- Oh. Oh, ginger snap. I’ve just been told that we’ve experienced a few snows, it’s no longer November, and apparently the anniversary of Jesus H. Christ’s birth is this week. There is a surprise fiesta of colorful twinkle lights draped across an artificial tree in my living room, and a toddler … Continue reading »
The Hangover: Less Booze. More Kleenex.
I can’t see. Come to think of it, I can’t so much hear or breathe. I find myself asking all occupants of my house to whisper. They oblige, but quickly I learn that even hushed tones make my ears pop. I croak out an angry sounding demand, “NOT THE WHISPER SCREAMING”, before silently cursing my … Continue reading »