(Did I spell "shenanigans" correctly? I think so...)
Anyway, hello again, my lovelies.
I wish I could say I did hell and all the last couple of days. But I can't, because I would be fibbin'. The car hasn't left the driveway since Thursday, which is fine, because I drove it a lot over the weekend.
Patricia is heading off to have lunch with a former work friend on Friday. It leaves me to my own devices. I am not sure what I will do with myself. My mind is teeming with possibilities. Brush my teeth? Comb my hair? Both? Neither? Something else entirely? Go all nuts and prepare an extra piece of toast? I just don't know yet.
Say, here is a key difference between men and women. Humour. We started to watch a Bill Burr stand up special on Netflix earlier tonight. 90 seconds in, I was roaring with laughter. My strawberry shortcake was getting stuck in my throat. I was coughing so hard I feared I would choke to death. Tears were running down my face. I reached for the water but there wasn't any in my glass.
Seven minutes into it, Patricia gave me the stink eye and asked me what was so damned funny about that sexist pig. My words. Not hers. I just said that his filter-free, say-whatever-is-on-his-mind approach to humour and stand up was refreshing in these days of cancel culture and people being scared to death to say anything for fear of offending someone, somewhere, somehow.
After a harrumph, and a sigh, and "what the hell", I decided that the show was something I should watch on my own. So, I will, likely on Friday morning after she leaves for that lunch date.
I am pragmatic.
I believe that Netflix has at least two Bill Burr specials. I may watch them both, when I am not eating anything.
I also spent some time this evening noodling with the next cold case article, even though I sent it to my editor last week and he made his edits and changes and it is all but ready to publish. It is one of those cold cases from a long time ago that I cannot shake. It is a rare day when I do not think of that long ago murder. I visit the victim's grave from time to time because I am convinced that nobody else does. Maybe I should ask him if I can add a paragraph spelling out how to find it. Or maybe I will keep it the information to myself. I don't know.
It is nearly 1:30. I guess I should turn in.
You all have a good rest of the evening. Talk at you tomorrow/later on today.