This Is Drivel

Category: daily drivel

  • hand towel

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    I went to the laundry basket with dripping hands and started pawing through it. “What are you looking for?” B asked. “Hand towel,” I answered, pulling out what I thought was a hand towel. “Don’t use that,” she admonished me. “That’s a rag. Just look at how dirty it is.” She held up a neatly… Read.

  • no soap

    We finally stopped procrastinating and swung by the grocery store on the way home last night. B had a long list of things and I grabbed a few more that popped into my head as we wandered around. Felt pretty good about getting that out of the way until we got home and both realized… Read.

  • gut

    After cleaning the house and then showering about five pounds of lint, dust and hair off my sweaty body, I grabbed a pair of shorts from my closet, stepped into them and tried to button the waist. No joy. Even while sucking my gut in. The button didn’t come to within an inch of the… Read.

  • sunrise

    This time of year, the sun rises at about five-thirty in the morning. That means that, when my alarm goes off at five o’clock on weekdays, there’s already enough light coming in through the windows to see where everything is. I don’t have to stumble through the darkness feeling for a switch on a lamp.… Read.

  • backwards

    In my other dream last night, I was asked to drive a bus, one of those big sixty-footers, on a snow-covered road because the regular driver wouldn’t do it. Thought it was too tricky. I didn’t see what the big deal was, even though I’d never driven a big passenger bus before. Didn’t seem all… Read.

  • hole

    In my dream last night, I had to go to the store to get something. I knew exactly what I wanted and I even knew where in the store they stocked it, but when I got to the store I discovered they were remodeling. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t get to the part… Read.

  • sniffles

    Good morning, campers! Hope you’re looking forward to a better day than I am. For me, this is day four of the Martian Death Flu. Four days of not being able to breathe through my nose. Whenever I try, it sounds like I’m blowing bubbles through a straw in a glass filled to the top… Read.

  • dammit Jim

    Feeling a little better this morning. Not a lot better, not great, but better. I would like to stay home again and watch videos all day long, but I feel well enough to get back to work, so I probably should. Dammit, responsibility, you’re such a pain. Read.

  • Friyax

    Can anybody tell me what a Friyax is? Read.

  • snot

    I have blown so much snot out of my head in the last twenty-four hours that it should have collapsed by now. Or imploded, maybe. It sort of feels like it imploded, but when I look in the mirror it looks mostly normal, except for the dark rings around my eyes and the sore redness… Read.

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