No, this is not a post about eating raw cookie dough. Although there’s an idea…
I am enjoying my three day weekend. And before anybody starts grumbling about how THEY don’t have the weekend off, I’M SORRY!!! I worked retail and I was in the army: I worked PLENTY of weekends and holidays (and I know where the caps lock button is on my keyboard).
I guess some people have worked more than me. Others have worked less (worked less in general; I know it is worked fewer holidays). And this is where I stop myself from going into some half-baked philosophy suitable for Lame Post Friday (and maybe some linguistic philosophy about why “more” can work quantitatively as well as qualitatively while when it’s not so much we have to worry about “less” and “fewer”). But I digress.
Digress from what, you may ask. Well you may ask. Keep asking, in fact. Because once again, I got nuthin’. I didn’t have any Mohawk Valley adventures yesterday. I did go to the Ilion Farmer’s Market, but nothing new happened there. I stopped by the liquor store, but if I mention that, you’ll all just think I’m some kind of lush (oops). I don’t even have a sinus headache, so I can’t use the calling in sick excuse.
I have plans to watch a couple of cheesy horror movies later today, so we do have some excellent coming attractions. I cleverly looked ahead to what was showing on TCM and set my DVR accordingly. I started reading the script of Dirty Work at the Crossroads, Ilion Little Theatre’s upcoming production, so I will be able to produce a more detailed write-up, for my theatre-minded readers (without giving away any major plot points or the dramatic conclusion, OF COURSE) (there’s that caps lock button again). I ran again today and plan to tomorrow, so I will try to entertain with running commentary.
Well, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: this is what sometimes happens when I insist on writing a post every day. Some of them are not very good. In my defense, it’s my three day weekend and I am enjoying it. I hope you are enjoying yours. Hope to see you Monday (figuratively speaking).
Mohawk Valley Girl 