Grrrrrr. Monday.
The day is being a Monday. Too much work. Too much bad mail, not enough good mail. The pool seemed allright when the toes tested it out, but suddenly became much too cold when I dove in. Got through the laps, swimming fast to keep warm, but now I can’t get the water out of ears. A friend pointed out that the temperature was warmer in the pool than the ocean; I had to point out that he was wearing a wetsuit in the ocean while I had on much less in the lap lane. Despite having seen a lot of things gory things over the years, still cringing every time I hear the descriptions on CNN of what a bullet does in the abdominal cavity. Is it that I’m more sensitive to audio stimulation, or just that various overexposures have dulled my response to the visual? But having segued into a pop-culture reference, wondering where that Boomtown Rats album is. You know the one. I’ve got a copy here somewhere. The one I we used to play in the dorms on Mondays. Probably not PC to bring up that song these days, but then again I don’t think that song was ever intended to be PC.
