FAR
I start my day with the best of intentions - I will get caught up on the blogs in my feed reader (current count: 700+), I will do more work on my work modules, I will update my blog. But if the path to hell is paved with good intentions, then my path is paved with solid gold and is very well lit. Here it is just after 9pm and all I want to do is go to bed. Of course this is the first minute I've had to myself all day, and this is the case whether I'm working or not.
I should point out that I haven't been to work yet this week. Clive was struck with what has since been diagnosed as a post-viral rash. It was one mild virus as it caused nary a sniffle or fever but left an all-over rash on Friday that had as all going "Huh?" The GP cheerfully informed me it was nothing serious, which was good, but that Clive had to stay home yesterday and today (5 days from when it first appeared). My boss was very understanding and happily gave me the time off, which was just as well as The Hermit took a tumble from his motorcycle yesterday on his way home - he's fine, if really really REALLY sore; the bike is another story - and would have been in no shape to look after Clive today.
My point is I'm worn out like an old dishrag - and probably look like one too. So instead of the incredibly profound and thoughtful insight from Yours Truly, I'm leaving you with this profound, thoughtful yet fun clip. "FAR", by George Hrab, is the theme song written for the 365 Days of Astronomy podcast. Enjoy:




4 Witty Remarks:
Poor Moose. I do feel bad that Clive was ill, and very sorry that the Hermit got hurt, but poor Moose. Sometimes family makes work look so good. Kiss all the booboo's for me, especially yours.
Nah, I'm okay. Although it's true I'm kinda wishing it was Thursday so I could go to work... I need to stop whining - someone's gonna ask me if I want some cheese soon - and get on with it. :-D
I like this guy. Kinda reminds me of a modern day Max Headroom.
You didn't look that bad when I saw you Tuesday :)
Hermit on the other hand.....
Hopes he's not so stiff and sore now.
Clive wasn't too impressed when we had to dash off before his turn on the toy car though, poor little guy. We'll come back another night before futsal so that will cheer him up!
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