My Date(line) with Keith Morrison

I think he is fine, yes.

This is going to be a fast post so I can get back to watching Dateline with Keith Morrison.  Every Monday I have at least one good moment when I remember it is Dateline day on OWN.  For a few sad weeks I had rehearsal for a murder mystery on Mondays.  Now I am free and feel I should be happier about it than in fact I am.  Then again, life is never perfect.  We must do the best we can with the ingredients at hand.

Apparently woman cannot live by Dateline alone.

Yesterday I made up my mind that starting today I would up my game:  my writing game, my running game, and my house cleaning game.  Those were the ones I mentioned, but I daresay I have a few more games that could use work.  Do you suppose I upped anything today?  Of course not!  And I am clearly not upping my blogging game. I haven’t even put in any pictures of monsters.  What’s that all about, me?

I could use a haircut myself.

I am completely losing track of this Dateline episode while I type this foolishness  (as Truman Capote famously said, this isn’t writing, it’s typing).  I can only hope my man Keith narrates the next episode. Oh well, I like that Josh Mankiewicz too.

In the meantime, sorry to publish yet another foolish post.  I’ll try to up my game tomorrow.  As always, I hope you’ll stay tuned.

PS.  It’s Dennis Murphy.  He’s OK, too.