Isn’t life just feckin’ peachy?

What the hell happened on Tuesday? I spent the weekend relaxing, making command decisions that sleep was far more important than the parade du jour and so did very little apart from sleep, meander about town and drink a beer or two. Very mellow and very relaxing – except for the 5 hours or so of my bro’s move on Saturday. Still, like the man said, if it is to be done, t’were better it were done quickly. Or something like that.

But then Tuesday I wake up with a sore throat and my second cold of the winter/spring. WTF?? Felt grand all weekend, the sun even deigned to show its presence on Sunday and Monday. So what the hell happened? No idea but I am not happy, I just want to say that for the record.

So the whole world is going to hell but I feel crappy and so couldn’t give so much as a good goddamn. If it rains on Saturday, and I miss my baseball game, someone is going to pay. Lt. Dan in Forrest Gump yelling at God will have nothing on me.

Sonuvabitch.