Stream-of-consciousness list. Ready, steady, go.

1. I have never played “Candy Crush,” which apparently is all the rage right now. I’m afraid to; I don’t need another habit to break.
2. I have, however, spent a few sleepless hours blowing through the levels on “Angry Birds.” I own them pigs.
3. I’m seriously considering getting out of the edu-politics game. So difficult to mobilize the people, it’s getting more frustrating by the day. Maybe it’s because of all the other crap on my reptilian brain lately. Sometimes, something’s got to give up some room.
4. I confess: I procrastinate. A lot.
5. I’ve been feeling guilty lately about not exercising. Not guilty enough to actually get out and exercise, but…
6. I think Channing Tatum is decidedly unhandsome.
7. Sometimes I think so much, I think my thinker will short out. (Hence the 3:00 wake-up time this morning.)
8. Yep — I tend to overthink many things.

What about you? What’s bugging you right now? Doctor Fink is in. 

Well, ya lives and ya learns.

Wood quality matters, doesn’t it. The sideboard — an older piece of furniture, handed down to us — obviously had some better grain to it. It was relatively easy to strip and re-stain (although I’m bummed I didn’t get the color match just right…oh well, it’s still pretty, and I usually put a table runner on it anyway), while the coffee table, oy…it was terrible, and still is. We bought it at one of those furniture freight places — the kind that has the commercials where the used-car-salesman-type guy screams at you like you’re hard of hearing. I’m thinking it’s *not* top quality.

Needs at least another coat. Kinda looks like patchworked plywood under there, too, or worse, some kind of particle board. Still — it was my fault, and I needed to fix the problem. At least the stain color was a perfect match. I’m really reticent to strip and sand it off and start over; I’m just not sure it’s important enough to me to do it, when the grandsons use it a lot for their toys, games, video controllers, and occasionally, as a dinner or snack table. Meh. I think it’ll be OK.

Now, on to bigger and better things. Not sure what those will be, but the Thriller just rattled off some errands that need run, so that gives me another excuse to not go into the school house today. *fist pull*

Happy Finkday to y’all! Here comes the weekend for all my private sector fiends. And for the pensioners — and you know who you are — it’s just another day in Paradise.

I actually searched on this today…

You know, I have a confession to make. I’m weary. Not like sleepy tired, but I am growing fatigued from fighting the good fight…and it has only been a one-month battle so far.

Huh??

Have you ever experienced any of these feelings?

1. I feel like I’ve been committed to a psych hospital, but I’m completely, totally sane. And for the life of me, I can’t convince the people on staff that they have it all wrong. It’s like Daffy Duck: “But I AM Robin Hood!” 
2. I’m afraid, because of my involvement in this highly political and emotionally hot issue, that people are going to run the other way when they see me coming, for fear of having to suffer through another diatribe. I do not want to be “that guy.”
3. I feel like David, going up against Goliath.
4. I feel that a cause I really believe in is being handled, in many respects, the wrong way, and I don’t know what I can do about it.

So…cut and run? Fight on? Redouble efforts? Suggest other avenues, for which I will most certainly be roasted and eaten, old-school Usenet style?

Deep thoughts this morning, when I should be choreographing the wedding scene. I think I’ll go do that now. But first, I have to watch Robin Hood again.

What I saw in the mirror this morning.

Well, it’s actually not manic. Sleep was fleeting last night, so I’m not really excited about anything at the moment, other than swallowing down this most excellent joe and getting on the with the three things on my imaginary list today: 1) do some editing on a couple of documents; 2) finish up buying choir music for fall; 3) putting another coat of stain on the two little repair projects. (Intense humidity, despite our best efforts to keep the area air conditioned, is proving to be somewhat problematic for the drying process.)

I hope you all had a great weekend!

What’s up today in my maniacal attempt (along with 27,000 of my closest friends) to bring down the corporate evil that is the privitization — and ultimate dismantling — of our public schools? Lots of emails, phone calls and tweets. Game on.

And now, for your meme of the day/week/whenever the mood strikes me:

There. Big enough so Bill Gates won’t need his spectacles to read it.

Happy Monkday, fiends — make it good!