Slowly getting better
Thanks for your well wishing, and for those of you who prayed. I'm still feeling like a piece of sh.....ugar, but less of one than yesterday or the day before. So, I'm getting better, thank God.
My brain is working about as fast as an one-legged asthmatic hedgehog trying to scuttle across wet cement while stapled to a snail, however – which makes writing for a blog post tricky. Damn it, I don't even have anything funny I want to write about. In fact, I'm feeling quite grumpy and would really love to be mean to somebody. But I've been nasty enough to Jim recently, and his rabid and obstinate anti-Wrightian anti-Emergent tics. So who, well, who apart from the world of crazed fundamentalism, is left? Probably plenty, but I don't have the energy to be a really convincing scum bag anyway. Best I just give up, and limp out a 'quote of the day' or something equally pathetic.