Lovely, lazy, laundry day.

Ah, Saturdays. I do love Saturdays. They're idyllic days. Peaceful. Lovely.

Shame I missed half of it by sleeping 'til noon. I'm going to blame this on the jet lag which I claim never to get coming in this direction. Staff had a Hallowe'en party last night. I was there in body and in spirit, though by 10pm, most of my mind had gone to bed. By 11, I decided to follow it. I laid down with my book to read, and fell promptly asleep. 13 hours later I awoke to a thundering fart. The fart itself didn't wake me, but I was unsure as to where I was sleeping. I had an image of Hannah or Aaron ducking for cover in the kitchen and screaming "INCOMING!" (I sleep with my bedroom door open at home.) When I did open my eyes, I didn't know where I was. I cycled through all the potential places, but when I saw the air conditioner it hit me.

Had coffee and Bailey's with Cory and some of the others. Did some laundry. A generally unproductive day.

Not much to report today, other than the flatulence and those of you who know me know my farting is not exactly news worthy.

Should comment that I do have trouble getting onto this site from time to time. If I don't post for a long period, it's probably only because of that.

Take care, and talk soon.

Post Scriptum. I would like to point out Marie-Noel Matthews is my first acolyte...I MEAN..."follower". Hehehehehe. I have followers. Is this what they call a Messiah Complex?