As I enter my second week of unemployment, I am starting to disconnect from reality. My beard is bushy and mighty. I’ve created fanciful fictitious lives for the people I see walking dogs in my neighborhood, and I’m thinking about creating lives for the dogs as well. One note of practical concern is that I’m beginning to lose track of the days, so if it’s Sunday and I’ve just forgot, consider all of today’s posts as a nice little bonus as opposed to a monument to my growing cabin fever and insanity, deal?
OK, in the time it took you to read all of that, I’ve realized that (1) yes, it is Monday; and (2) now that Bob Barker is retired there is absolutely nothing to look forward to about being at home on a weekday.