And that’s how it goes

There is a minor crisis going on at Amylynn Central.  I came in here to write at 11:00.  PM.  I know – that’s my thing.  I’ll regret it tomorrow morning.  Nevertheless, I came into the office to write at 11PM. 

I started to get everything ready.  I turned on the TV to find the required action movie or, if that wasn’t happening, an old comedy.  Maybe I’d luck out and Caddyshack would be on.  I’m feeling in the mood for Caddyshack – a little Bill Murray a little Ty Webb – all would be right with the world.  Hmmmm. Cable’s not coming on.  I just turned it off in the living room so the Cable’s not out.  Turn it off.  Turn it on.  Nope, just a taunting blue screen of aggression winking out at me.  Turn it off.  Turn it on.  What did My Honey do to this?  Damn it.  I saw him watching TV in here this evening.  Obviously he’s done something screwy to it.  I’m gonna go ask him.  No, wait.  It’s 11:03, he’s sure to be asleep already and how selfish would that be if I wake him up just to demand he come fix the television.  Turn it off.  Turn it on.  My entire repertoire of electronics skills have been fully demonstrated.  Maybe the TV is on the wrong station.  I expand my skills by turning the channel up and turning the channel down.  WAIT! There’s a picture.  But it looks wrong.  Something is very wrong.  I could call Cox and maybe a tech could walk me through fixing this.  Or the moron who answers the phone at Cox could just really piss me off and then I’d be even more mad with no TV.  I know The Count of Monte Cristo is on channel 194 – just turn that on and stop messing with it.  Not exactly what I want, but I know the story very well so I don’t have to concentrate on it.  Dumas, although very long winded,  is a favorite of mine.  I’ve read The Count, The Three Musketeers, and the story Man in the Iron Mask…excellent action stories all.

Alright.  TV crisis is averted.  I go to the desk and turn on the computer.  I open the QuillSisters.com to see if there are any comments I need to approve or, more likely, move to the spam folder.  I even begin writing this blog.  I get three lines in before…

Good Lord, this desk is a mess.  So now I must clean the desk.  I’ve worked

No, it wasn't THIS bad!

 at the desk like this for at least a week without being compelled to straighten it, but tonight I can’t help myself.  I dust and reorganize the desk top.  I studiously ignore the floor.  Sweeping will have to wait for another day.

So now I’m to this point in this blog post and I notice my bulletin board is really full.  I’ll bet 50% of that stuff can be thrown away.  Hmmmmmm. 

Alright.  It wasn’t 50% maybe 15%, but it’s much neater now.

Oh for crying out loud.  Now it’s 12:02 and I haven’t written a damn thing.

Deep sigh.