I wasn't going to post any more for the length of February, but I just had a horrible experience and I need to record it for scientific posterity. If I pass away soon, you'll know that the warning signs were there all along:
I just sneezed a single sneeze.
That's right, a lonely sternutation escaped my nose without companion. This is such an odd event that I felt compelled to report it to you, my stalwart friends. I generally am a two-sneeze man. Every so often, I'll have a terrible fit of three. But a single achoo? An apsik without a trailing atchim? An isolated hakushon not clasping hands with its loving atsiuh? Unheard-of and likely to portent nothing but doom.
Well, since I've jumped into the bloggy-thingy, I might as well also pass along the kind of personal information I know you all love so much: the Brunette and I tottled along to a play Saturday night. It being community theater, it can be forgiven for a certain unevenness, I suppose. The first act was bit of a wash, but the second act was much better. Desdemona and Othello held their own for a bit but with little real energy. Thank goodness that light from yonder window came along to break some life into the old thing and drag it out of the doldrums. The play came alive with Juliet's manic energy. I can't even begin to tell you what was up with the Romeo-Puck-Rod-Serling thing: Really, is it wise to dress someone in lots of white if they're supposed to crawl around in the dark without our notice? Good job, Juliet.