No one has seen them made or heard them made, ...
— Robert Frost, Mending Wall
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| By the belly of Cosmo ... |
Wow. Dismay hardly covers it. And I am too ... well ... dismayed to find another word.
I have been mostly at this desk all the live-long day (Emmy is sharing the chair and picking at my jeans for some reason ... which is at least making me laugh). I spent a fair amount of time trying to troubleshoot some minor IT problems and they still aren't fixed. Sigh. It's just frustrating. I suppose it would be frustrating even if I knew more.
Yeah, and today I felt the stress of no money, no job more than other days. I did not even go outside today. Likely a little more moving around will do something to improve my mood. That's probably a better use of my time than pondering the mysteries of why Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead has chosen Yosemite Sam as his style model.
Am I right or what? I guess that will long be one of life's eternal questions. If anyone has any information or even amusing conjectures, I am all ears. I mean, he was by far the cutest dude in the Dead. Looks as if he still has most of his hair. Has an okay chin and all. Is it just the tired-of-shaving thing?
Oh well, there'll be days like this, even if Momma didn't say. And I can take some trazadone, a hot bath, be asleep by midnight, and ready for a better day tomorrow. (Emmy gets very upset when I take a bath.)
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