So I'm at work late on Friday, instead of heading south for the Bradoween
festivities. And of course I'm in a great mood. I tell myself, "I'll go to the next blogger brouhaha, definitely". Next time, next go-round, next year. Story of my life.
Anyway around 7:15 I decide I've had enough. I print out a big file so I can hit the ground running on Monday, and I walk out into a beautiful late August day, not too hot, and clouds so fluffy and light you almost want to dip strawberries in them. If you like strawberries. Which I don't.
Weekend goes by, I return to my desk having already read about some of the mayhem that took place dahn Sahth, as we'd say here in Pittsburgh. I pick up the file I printed out before I left, and on the top is a photocopy of a check drawn on a major U.S. bank. For some reason I give the check a closer look, and see exactly where the check was drawn.
Greenville, South Carolina.
"You have got to be shitting me," I said, though, fortunately, not aloud. I took a standing eight-count, imagined a wide expanse of cool blue sea, and went back to work.
Oh well. I'll get to the next blogger function. Really. I mean it. December, right? Right.
Until then, I've finally gotten around to posting a picture of myself on this here blog:
Sorry, it's a bit blurry.