Bad: Thanks to the flu.
Good: But it was 5 pounds!
Bad: Excuse me? Did you miss the part about getting sick? You've done no exercise except for some measly walking, for Pete's sake.
Good: 5 Whole Pounds!!!
I'm feeling much less dead now, so that's good.
I'm planning to take the weekend off, which is better.
Hell, I might even exercise. What more could you ask for?
Alas, I did not get taken up by the Rapture on Saturday. Well, I'd heard they didn't take Catholics, so I suppose that's no surprise. But I figured that other people might have been taken, since that means the rest get to suffer and I was stuck working (unpaid overtime) until about 8 at night. Stopped off at a convenience store on the way home to pick up some
I saw another woman shopping there and was struck by her outfit. She was dressed all in white: white dress, hose, and shoes. Her dress was made of a very fine fabric with a bit of a sheen to it, but it was extremely plain: it covered her from the neck down to her ankles. The only decoration was some severe pleating down the front. I'm not sure if 'decoration' is the right word; the pleats were so straight and narrow that the general effect was one of severe repression. The whole look wasn't that of a nursing outfit, and she certainly didn't resemble a bride. The impression I was left with was one of those traditional Protestant baptisms. I wonder if she'd expected to spend her Saturday night somewhere else beside a convenience store in Oregon.
Site du jour: I loved this post from Coffee Helps about the 8-year-olds in Korea explaining their view of the American Evangelical's theory of End of the World to their Irish teacher during a dramatic thunderstorm.
Exercise du jour: Walking. Sigh. Not quite up to cycling again. Maybe tomorrow.