So Juvat had a great post on Monday, a metric crap ton of hits on that. Sometimes we get one over the fence.
By we, I mean Juvat.
Lately I have felt as productive as Big Papi in April. No disrespect intended towards the big man, he just doesn't really take off until the cold weather fades.
Heh. Just last Saturday The Missus Herself and Your Humble Scribe were remarking on just how warm it had been lately.
Monday the bottom fell out and the temps went from 80ish down to "Holy crap, who turned the heat off?"
The first June of our sojourn here by the shores of Narragansett Bay we were a bit surprised to have temps in the 50s and 60s and rain. Lots of rain.
Not Texas Oh-My-God-Should-We-Be-Building-An-Ark rain but sufficient to make us think we had never left Germany. (Where you could tell it was summer because the rain was warm.)
Here we are, 15 years later, having a very similar first week of June.
Rained like nobody's business Sunday night through Monday and Tuesday was a drizzle fest.
So let me tell you, I ain't feeling the blogging thang. No sirree, not at all.
Yeah, yeah, I know I gave the Muse a couple of days off but damn, didn't expect her to come back this hungover. Poor kid, looks like she had a good time though.
I almost suspect she'd been hangin' with Juvat. Given how great his Monday offering was.
So, enough whining about the weather, truth be told, I'm feeling a might lazy tonight*. So while I binge-watch old TV shows online, you get my mindless ramblings.
Yeah, yeah, I know, how's this different from any other day?
Oh, one more thing, ESPN, y'all off the Christmas card list. Damn, you people have no sense, no sense at all.
Whatever it is now, it used to be an Olympian.
But seriously? Hero? Inspirational?
Not at all...
|Dang! Who's butt do I need to kiss to get some sunshine around here?|
*This was written Tuesday night, published on Wednesday morning. Time travel can be confusing, I know.