It was pointed out to me in a comment on yesterday’s post that even coffee cannot make everybody happy. What a comforting thought. I suppose I cannot even hope to make as many people happy as coffee does, but let us not argue numbers. Let us not argue at all. For one reason, I am no hand at argument; I usually lose and fall prey to the scourge of “I SHOULD have said…” even years later. Oh, the people I could annihilate verbally if only I had a time machine!
Now there is an interesting thought: how many people, if they had a time machine, would use it, not to prevent war, famine, pestilence, etc., but to go back and use all those zingers that occur to us in the middle of the night regarding long ago arguments and insults? I am not saying I would do so. If I encountered a time machine (I am WAY not smart enough to invent one), I would stay the hell away from it. You don’t know what all you would really change, if you could change anything. Anyways, time travel stories make my head hurt, so let us change the subject.
You may have noticed by now that once again, I got nuthin’. It is early Wednesday morning and I am on my dining-room-table-top, ten-fingered typing a late Tired Tuesday post. I do not trust my Tablet any more for blogging purposes. And I must say ten-fingered typing without autocorrect (talk about scourges!) is a pleasure. When I mean “hell” I can say “hell” not “he’ll.” Nice.
I wanted to throw in a picture to pep things up and at last managed to find, download, and add one I liked. Regular readers know how technologically inept I am. And now I see I am over 300 words. Not too bad for a Late Tired Tuesday post. Are they entertaining words? I can only hope.
