By some miracle, bordering on a major one, I have not yet contracted the cold and pneumonia that have plagued Patricia for the last couple of weeks. I am as mystified about this as you are. I have no natural explanation. I can only call it divine intervention of some sort. Or maybe my washing my hands 20 times a day has made a difference.
I didn't go to Toastmasters after work tonight. The roads were poor, and Patricia made it clear that my presence at home would be appreciated. So I drove home, only to be dispatched to Wendy's to get her a burger. I did. And I managed to spill the container of iced tea all over the floor on the driver's side. Good times. Good times.
I had lunch today with a couple of old friends from my previous work. It was nice to see them again. They are two women and they have the same first name. Reminds me of my first job after university. I was working in an office where, I kid you not, every guy was named either Mike or Dave. It didn't help me much when someone would tell me to go and talk to Dave about something. "Which Dave?", I would ask. They would just point to the desired Dave, or Mike, and leave me to my own devices. I had a few unplanned conversations with folks when I got one Dave, or Mike, confused with another Dave, or Mike. At least I got to learn everyone's name, just in time to come thisclose to being fired. Long story.
Go back and re-read the first paragraph of this post. You may notice something a bit different. I only put one space after each period marking the end of a sentence. I was reading during my lunch hour about how one should never, under any circumstances, use two spaces after a sentence. I was taught to put two spaces following a period, but that was so mid-20th century. We are supposed to embrace the one space trend.
Here's the article I read today.
I wish my life were so bereft of incident that I could actually devote some time to thinking about the article, maybe even rebut it. That people have not just the time to write such a piece but be passionate about supporting their position concerning something that is a trifle at best, and a pet peeve at worst, is vaguely troubling to me. But some people are like that.
Some people get upset over terminal commas. A terminal comma is the last comma used in a list. So, in the next sentence, the terminal comma would be after C. A, B, C, and D are the first four letters of the alphabet. Believe it or not, there are folks who argue that there should be no comma after the C in the above list. They go back and forth, to and fro, up and down, left and right, about the viability of the presence or the absence of this comma. It must be nice to have a life where that is the greatest thing you have to worry about.
Let's see here. Tomorrow is Thursday. The last time I checked, that presages Friday, which heralds the weekend. I look forward to that. Don't you?
I guess that's it for tonight.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
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