I had to take a day off.
Either take a V day or lose it.
I took it.
In a normal year, in Pennsylvania, there are enough snow days to gobble up my 15 V days.
Today, December 11, it is 60 degrees.
No snow in sight.
It was really quite a treat to be able to enjoy my day off.
I was not stuck at home.
I did not have to shovel my driveway.
I still have my lawn chairs sitting on my deck.
From what I hear, I will be sitting on the deck tomorrow and Sunday, poppy topping again.
I tooled off in Big Blue, my leased car, at noon, to get necessities. (beer, booze, etc.)
And a pound of bacon.
Face it: There is not much that can ruin the effect of sizzling bacon for dinner:
My only tribulation today was that bottle of champagne. What the hell is with all those wire dealiebops surrounding the cork? After much consternation and multiple attempts to open that Mother, I grabbed a wrench and released those ridiculous wires surrounding that cork.
Oh, did I mention?
On the way home, I stopped for my daily dose of vitamin C.
Yeah, I will never have rickets.
But with all my other issues, rickets somehow do not seem to be a pressing concern.
After pouring another glass of champagne, I decide that I really don’t like it: It tastes like a sweet alka seltzer.
Thank goodness I have tomorrow off. Hey wait! I always have Saturday off.
Expect to hear from me this weekend.
I have a standing appointment tomorrow with my psychologist, Kelly, at noon.
After she adjusts my attitude, I will be back.
I am the craziest goof you may have ever known.
But I love you all.
Ok, I love most of you.
All right. I stand corrected.
I love some of you.
Wait! I have no idea what I am talking about.
But, at least I don’t have rickets.