NaBloPoMo, I’m sure you (and maybe the three people who actually read this) spent all of today in a veritable tizzy, fretting over whether or not I’d get a post in before midnight. You know, after all these years, I’d have thought you’d have a little more faith in me, NaBloPoMo. Jeez.
While you were busy doubting my general ability to follow through on anything, I was enjoying this rainy Sunday immensely, spending the greater portion of it on a very comfy couch, watching TV with a most delightful gentleman. I posit that this is the only acceptable way to spend a rainy day, and would even go so far as to say that it is the surefire cure for any and all things that might ail you. In fact, I have such faith in the above statement that I will soon be incorporating the comfy couch/delightful gentleman combo into my travelling revival show, which will be coming soon to a town near you seventy years ago. And is maybe actually just an episode of Carnivàle I saw. It’s unclear.