I am taking a fashion risk and clicked the "new post" button without carefully contemplating and authoring with spellcheck, a new blog post in Word and then carefully copy/pasting it with the inclusion of pithy images; owned/not owned jpegs. God, I am such a poser. It's not a fashion risk, it is the Chardonnay talking. It has been a month of sere desert conditions mentally/intellectually and I feel like I need to morph into some kind of bumpy clay-colored golem monster and slam into the hallway walls like Bill Hurt did in that lame sci-fi movie...can't remember it's name...to begin writing again. What ev. Bueller? Beuller?
Mercury is/was in retrograde. All things that move must break. Plate tectonics have now legitimized this notion. As has my roof which sports many leaks. Globally that lends creedance to the earthquakes in Chile that pushed this blue vulnerable globe off of its axis by three inches and, in effect, made our days a bit shorter. Does that strike you as foreshadowing just a little?
It will be less than 35 degrees tonight in Florida where I live. The heat pump is busted so we are giving hypothermia a bit of a go here to keep from being gouged by over enthusiastic repair jerks and the toxic combine that is Progressive Energy.
It is March for the love of global warming! I sold gave away all my "warm winter clothes" because for years there maybe was ONE DAY OUT OF THE YEAR to officially wear them. With old El Nino this year, there have been many days I have been forced to wear the highly vaunted "layers" to keep warm. All I need to do is mutter incoherantly to myself, and voila, BAGLADY! Subsequently, the people at Winn Dixie have expressed concern of late. I start with the leggings and socks, add a t-shirt, then put on a sweatshirt, jeans, knitted hat, bathrobe over all and a blanket. Then I have to pee. The hell?
