My ass has been dragging all day following a night spent bathing my liver in Cuervo in honor of Cinco de Mayo. I’m nearly 60-years-old and I jus’ realized that I had never ever, even once, celebrated the Battle of Puebla.
Even though I woke up on the couch, still dressed, I got up and got busy. I spent much of the day painting the remainder of our ceiling and then I barbecued chicken for our evening’s dinner.
Nothing like sweating out a nighttime drunk from one’s body to leave one de-energized even further. I’m not complaining, jus’ stating a fact.
It was while finishing up the washing of the dishes that it occurred to me that I’d forgotten to write a story for tomorrow’s blog posting. Crazy that I should forget, even crazier at how I should suddenly remember.
Anyway, I figured since I’ve no story idea prepared, that I jus’ put in a couple hundred words or so, on something, anything, even if it is all meaningless drivel. Yes, I’m driveling all over this page, which is far better I think, than drooling all over our couch, but that’s a story for another time.
I’ll do better tomorrow.
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