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Category: daily drivel

  • teeny weenie

    Here’s another dream: I was wandering the streets of a moderately large city. All the buildings were closed up. Some looked like they hadn’t been open in years. I could see through the windows that there was nothing inside any of them. Then it gradually dawned on me that there was nobody else on the… Read.

  • rattled

    I’m still a little under the weather after finally coming down with a case of whatever that coughing crud was that everybody was passing around at the office. I thought I had somehow gotten away with catching a case of crud lite, just a few sniffles and a sore throat, but then earlier this week… Read.

  • fish parade

    I was eating a sandwich late at night under a tree at the crossroads of a rural village with two teenaged kids I didn’t know. Across the street there was a gas and two-bay service station, closed for the night, with a couple of old cars parked out front of the garage doors. The kids… Read.

  • not sprained

    My hand isn’t broken. It isn’t even sprained. I think maybe I just pulled a tendon when the door tried to fold my hand over on itself. I had no trouble at all last night doing the downward dog or any other yoga poses that put weight on my hand or pull on a strap,… Read.

  • maybe sprain

    I think I may have sprained my hand. And I qualify that only because I’m not a medical professional. Now that I think about it, I’m not even sure what constitutes a sprain. Maybe it’s not sprained; maybe it’s broken, or maybe there’s some other awful name for what’s wrong in there, but I know… Read.

  • coughing crud

    Just about everyone I know has come down with a case of the coughing chest crud. It starts out as a dry cough, so it sounds a little like maybe the dry winter air has been getting to you, but then the crud kicks in and next thing you know, you show up for work… Read.

  • nameless

    The new cat still does not have a name. Wait, that’s not right. I have the feeling that he’s got a name. They’ve probably all got names, but we will never know what their names are because none of us speaks cat, same way that none of them ever calls us by name because they… Read.

  • disaster

    Here’s where I’m still a little fuzzy on the whole lead-in-the-water controversy that’s been in the news lately beause of the troubles in the city of Flint, Michigan: Whose genius idea was it to make water pipes out of lead in the first place? I’m no expert on the exact dates, but I’m pretty sure… Read.

  • gasping for breath

    Day Four of living without the use of my thumbs: I can’t pick my nose. Classically, nose-pickers have been depicted on stage and screen using their fingers to pick their noses, but for me, none of my fingers have the angle that I feel I need to do thorough job of picking my nose clean.… Read.

  • all thumbs

    Trying to get through the day without using a thumb makes me appreciate how great it is to have thumbs. Not that I’m saying this kind of introspection is worth mutilating myself for. I would’ve been just as happy if I’d read about it and thought, Golly gosh, yeah, how great is it to have… Read.

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