Time out. My head’s exploding. I’ve yet to complete my work-related projects, but I simply had to focus on something else. I anticipate slaving away until late tonight, then starting all over again early tomorrow morning and through to tomorrow night — some last minute thingamajig that was thrown my way like a hot potato. I work well under pressure, but my eyes always end up popping out and rolling onto the floor during crises. Hence my taking a break; I’m looking for my eyes.

The TV died yesterday. We had a funeral and everything — last rites, burial, brief mourning. It was nothing special really, since it was only an old 5″ black-and-white set that acted more like a radio than a TV. We bought an inexpensive replacement, and by comparison the new set is HUGE — 20″ actually, and it’s COLOR! I gaped at it all of late last night and thought I was at the movie theater. It’s hard to believe that it cost me less than buying two weeks of groceries. Oh, dear — am I eating too much?

Which brings me to the subject of hunger: time for me to satisfy mine before going dutifully back to work.

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