…the Grouch.
It was totally worth staying up until midnight watching the Academy Awards (the best one I’ve seen in many years) last night, but unfortunately, I can’t just turn off the TV, run upstairs and sleep. So, last time I looked at the clock, it was 12:42 a.m. Five o’clock came pretty quickly.
But hey, again — it was totally worth it, seeing Argo win Best Picture.
Scratch that. I totally regret staying up. Now it’s Monday, and I’m all like this. Feel me?
Psh.
Every year, I say, “Never in my wildest imagination did I ever picture myself doing anything like this for ____ years.” Yet, here I am, and here you are (thankfully).
Again, with a humble heart I thank all my fiends who read and/or comment here regularly, or who occasionally stop by to see if I’ve had a cogent thought overnight. Thank you for sticking with me for the good, the bad, and the badder, and for laughing and suffering with me through ridiculous posts in various categories:
…and I heart you for it. Your comments entertain, sustain and inspire me. Keep them coming! Happity birfday to me; bring on Year Six. 
Yeah, I just made that up. But it’s 6:58 on my day off, and already I’m having to make more room for new stuff in my head. Where’s the fun in THAT?
What’s so important to think about this day? Oh, lots of things. There are many irons in the fire. Another book in the works? How silly. My future as a disposable academic? Yikes — although I’m glad to have settled for the second masters degree instead of toiling endlessly for years after completing the doctoral coursework to do the exams and the whole insane dissertation process, only to find that A) I wouldn’t make much more than someone with a masters, and B) I’d missed my grandsons’ formative years.
Then there’s the uncertainty with statewide budget cuts in education. Whose job is safe outside the core curriculum (math, science, English, social studies)?
Will the world hire the Thriller after all his hard work at seminary? I know it’s against the law to discriminate on the basis of age, but you know and I know that it happens all the time, often masquerading as something else.
But now, to the truly important part: I must watch the season finale of Downton Abbey that I recorded last night before I check Facebook and have the entire ending spoiled.
So much to think about, so little to do. Wait, stop. Reverse that. Wait. Nevermind.
Happy Presidents Day! Hope you have the day off to enjoy a little re-energizing.
FO
Hey, it’s been a few days since I was able to speak to you. Did you miss me? All 100 of you? 
It’s been a weird week, fiends. And not all “bad” weird, either.
What’s up for you this holiday weekend? I hope everyone is relaxing, and that you’re not reading this anytime soon after I posted it. (6:15 a.m. on a Saturday — whaaat?)
FO
…that’s fit to print on a Tuesday. But first, an observation.
You may have seen the commercial for, I dunno, some arthritis medication that begins with the line, “A body at rest tends to stay at rest.” Well I am here to tell you that the statement is true. After four days off from the routine of school and rehearsals, it’s been reeeeeally difficult getting back into the routine. I go until 8:30 tonight, and I’m dreading it. Not the rehearsing, mind; just the staying-at-school part. Actually, the staying awake part. HA. Anyway, strange.
Onward to the news.
Isn’t it terrible that when you want time to fly, it crawls, and when you want it to crawl…
I’m outta here. Find some reasons to enjoy another beautiful day, fiends. Thassanorder.
FO
