The "lifting fog" looking across the third fairway.
Got up this AM in a fog. It was very thick. All the area schools were on a 2 hr. delay. My brain has been in a "fog" all day too.
First thing this AM I had to have blood drawn for my annual physical. I have a very difficult time with needles. A couple yrs. ago the "bloodsuckin nurse lady" (there has to be something wrong with people who stick people and draw blood all day -- I don't buy their standard explanation of "Someone has to do it.") suggested next time I lay down. That was the year, I left with a sweat soaked shirt. So last yr. they "nice" lady found me a reclining chair. She seemed very nervous when I told her I was advised to try it this way. Virtually no problem this time. This year they laid me out on a table. Again virtually no problem. Keep in mind, that I'm not looking forward to the next time, but maybe this is the solution.
I'm pretty sure I would have never made it as an addict, not liking the needles and all. Can't see myself laying myself down on the sidewalk to shoot up. I would have been laughed out of where ever I was homeless at.
I'm ramblin again, so back to the fog. It was drizzling pretty good when I got to work. It slowed up so I got my mowin machine ready and started mowin. About a half hr. into my mowin, I remembered that I didn't remember to punch the time clock. So I went back to the shop to take care of that. Of course, I was laughed at. Got about 2 hrs. of mowin in when it started raining very hard. The boss said to get lunch and then we'd see what the weather was doing (no smiley fries today). After lunch the boss sent me home. I got about a mile down the road and remembered that I didn't punch out. So I turned around to take care of that. I've been wondering what else I've forgotten to do today--and it's not a Monday.
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