Home with the flu. Oy.

Much work to be done, but first: electric blanket, hot tea, and the new episodes of West Wing that the Netflix stork delivered yesterday.

And maybe a nap.

Happy weekend, fiends!

That’s kind of what I feel like this morning.

I spend my time under the surface, coming up into the air when I need to refuel or check in. I do enjoy the checking-in part, and I feel incomplete when I go a day and haven’t done it.

When I first started this little area of the world in February of 2008, I vowed for the first year to write something every day. From the 1st of March 2008 through 28 February 2009, I made good on that promise. Looking back on some of those posts, I see that I need to go underwater for awhile and do some more fun research.

I researched interesting topics a lot more back then. Since that time, RtB has evolved into more of a conversation with my fellow humans, which I like, and I miss it when it doesn’t happen. I enjoy the other stuff, too, but life being what it is, I will likely save it for the summer, when I have more time to be adventurous with search engines.

And with that, I am out of time and out of here, except to point out that my hapless Indians went out in signature style last night, to the White Sox no less, getting shut out. What a way to end the  season. Welp, there’s always next *bAnG* 

:-/

1. Off to school till 8/9 p.m., Monday – Thursday for the next full month. We can do this.
2. Hey. Nobody thought my picture from yesterday was cracky-uppy?
3. The Browns didn’t lose yesterday! They didn’t play, but…
4. Gangnam Style is hilarious, in a Daler Mehndi kind of way. (Did I make your day, Bando??)

Kazoos will save us.

Actually, kazoos might save us — that is, they might save the tap finale. There is not enough time left to teach the time step to each of my rookies (half the cast), so …

Kazoos will save us. Um, they might. Boy…the ideas you come up with when you run across a kazoo while cleaning out a desk drawer.

And that is all. (Well, that and the awesome graphic. Haaaa)

Happy Football Sunday — at least it’s a day when the Browns will not lose.

I have rhythm section parts to write, features to cast, choreography to finish, lesson plans to do, and countless other tasks to take care of before I pick up the Js this afternoon, and what am I doing?

This.

Why? I’m not necessarily looking to buy anything. It’s the vortex-sucking component of sites like these that gets me. Once I start reading, I can’t stop. Don’t go there. It’s like a bad Pinterest episode — one where you look at the clock, and suddenly an hour has disappeared.

Have some discipline, fiends. There’s work to be done today.

Over’n out. (After more coffee, that is.)