What I really want to do today is mix up a batch of Mild Jamaican Jolt to replace what I used up during yesterday's mad smoking session, try a new cookie recipe, and maybe sit still long enough to do some knitting. What I have to do is get my ass, and my rolls of bubble wrap, over to the office.
Speaking of stress, I just got a weather pop-up advising that Hurricane Erika is expected to reach Florida on Friday, two days from now. Well, crap. Just yesterday I was standing on the back porch, mourning the loss of so many of the beautiful trees that graced our streets before the hell that was Hurricane Charley and his two evil female companions, Frances and Jeanne.
When all is said and done, I crossed my Rubicon and lived. It took six months, four different medications and a dry run on Sunday, and I finally made it to the office, during office hours. Did some more packing and communed happily with my peeps, who I have missed very much. One more trip and it will all be done. If somebody says "closure", I will have to cyber-slap you upside the head. Call it evolution, call it progress, but don't call it closure. Thank you.
Most of us know what a smart phone (smartphone?) is and probably own one of the many available models. I would now like you to view this picture of a stupid phone (or stupidphone).