Hiyas! Bad blogger. Bad blogger.

Thank y'all for your comments on my last post. I disassociated myself from the innernets for awhile because it was making me CRAZY! Or, crazier, as it were. So, I stayed off and didn't flamewar on other arenas where I was and didn't post here because I had nothing of import to say. Or funny. Or anything.

Anyway, I have been reading my ass off. But, not my Nook because I gave it to my d-i-l and I need to get it back. Hey! I need it back!

But, I've read a shitload of Michael Connelly and Harlen Coben and Preston/Child and other stuff I forget. It's all running together.

Plus, I finally did a colonoscopy which I should have done ten years ago but I was busy with other shit-THANK YOU-I'll be here all night.

You know what? That shit is a pain in the ass. THANK YOU. I'll be here all night. The procedure is nothing. The prep sucks. Imagine, if you will, drinking bouillon and soft drinks all day, then having to drink 16 ounces of cough syrup mildly diluted followed by two 16 ounce glasses of water in the following hour. Then repeat four hours later.

Why yes! You WILL puke up the first batch! And it will be yellow! But, it will still work sorta.

And then you will shit your guts out all day and night and STILL not get "cleaned out." Well, fuck you and the pseudo-enema you rode in on.

So, you get to do it again in four months. I'm adding vodka on the next one. Sheeeeit.

So, I almost decided to delete my blog but then, realizing I'd get a wild hair like now, thought, no. You've done that before. It matters not how long it's been. Few people read you anyway. Why give blogger the satisfaction of restarting?

Was anyone else just put off by it all in November?

I've realized I just don't give a crap about some stuff anymore, so I'm gonna concentrate on our project of shoring up the crumbling homestead in hopes of selling it in order to move into something smaller, manageable, decorateable and cleanable, and less taxable and look forward to the actual possibility of retiring at some point.

Is that not a massive light at the end of any tunnel? I mean?

Plus, I got a bonus.

Plus, I'm going to actually put up the Christmas tree this year and do lights. YES. CHRISTMAS TREE. Fuck you holiday tree people.

I'm rambling. No! Surely not?

Don't call me surely.

I also got my nails did. By myself.

Time flickers and yada yada yada

I had to put three yadas in there because I don't like symmetry. Anyway, work, blah, whatever, had dissuaded me from posting. Election sucked. We're in a morass. Or more ass. Pick your ass.

My Nook is now with my d-i-l so I can't read the NEW shit I downloaded which, hopefully, will be better than the OLD shit that I complained about earlier. Michael Connelly, Trunk Music, is good. If I could finish it...

I got The Passage which has good reviews.

I got the complete Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy which I shall reread and be happy and amused when I do. When I do.

New refrigerator and new freezer. Three extra cats this weekend, said cats who are taxing every last fucking nerve we have and Dot's and Merv's, too.

Pray for us.