NASCAR funny.
The headline that caught my eye? Rick Wakeman saying, “Yes Lord.” Which triggers an automatic response from me, from Ten Wheels for Jesus, a personal favorite – it’s punk gospel.
The sinus medication must be working.
I had – to me – a highly amusing round of e-mail that tries the very soul and monk-like patience that I have, an exercise in self-restraint and flame-retardant control.
I usually keep two kinds of antihistamines on hand. More for poison ivy and its variation, than for any other reason. Tuesday morning, I dug through a travel bag and located the last few tabs of “Plan A,” which, if I had used it before, I wouldn’t sound like I do. But I didn’t, and I did, so I’m feeling much better. I’m just loath to use such medication because it can leave me cranky. However, the river’s water is pretty stained, there’s a load of organic (and man-made) trash caught in the river’s eddy, fishing isn’t too good – except for one really big fish jumping in the middle of the channel, and some sushi with a Pisces solved the last of the sinus problems. I doubt the bait did the trick, I think it was my overdose of wasabi. Mmm, good.
The little tablets must be working.
I’m looking for a new bait-casting rig, too. The problem being, the one I should really get is a tad more than I was planning on spending. Might just bide my time and wait a spell.
