My dear friend Patti observed to me yesterday that since I've been away from work, the stock market has been erratic and the economy has gone kind of wobbly. She said I need to get back to work and everything'll be ok.
I'm coming, people.
I went to the doctor on Monday and she said I can go back to work later this week. I'll go back in short doses starting Thursday or Wednesday, if I feel like it, just a couple or few hours at a time. I'm just now getting to the point where I'm not keeping a feline sleeping schedule, so I'm calling that progress. Also, my voice has risen from the bass/baritone range, so that's a mercy, too. Still coughing a lot, though. She said I should be back to normal in about 6 weeks.
Isn't it funny how hurricanes are nature's little cricket match? The ball is set into play and you watch it unfold in slow motion over the course of days, actually having time to sorta prepare for it, in case it actually sticks in your wicket. Other fruits of nature's wicked wit you pretty much don't know about until they're kissing you hello. Volcanoes? Yeah, we monitor those with seismic sensors, and same with fault lines, but you just never know when it'll blow or when the big one will saw off the crusty end of California and dump it into the drink. Much has been said recently about the whole of Yellowstone being the live caldera of a supervolcano that could turn all us on this continent into crispy critters. [don't worry. be happy] Hurricanes, on the other hand, are like the bowling ball, veering down the alley for days and sometimes they peter out into gutter balls, and sometimes they pop back out of the gutter and pick up a spare.
One of these days a hurricane will come roaring like a big wet salad-shooter over the rain forests of the Yucatan and circle the bowl of the Gulf and become the proverbial "good time, had by all." What a mess!
Never mind the weather - keep your kids away from France.
61 year old French sex felon parolee rapes a 5 year old after prescribed Viagra by a prison doctor.