As I feared...

...today is going to be a blog washout. First, a two-hour meeting that resulted in a huge stack of paper to be sorted through, which is added to the circumstance that developed yesterday of being up up Crique D'Ordure between a rock and a hard place without a paddle as alligators chomp at my large furry butt and, with their constant thrashing, fling brown matter into my handy onboard rotating-blade air circulation device. In other words, I have a lot to do, and little time to get it done.

SO, check back in later on in the week and see if I get it done, or decide to slag off and just blog and not worry about it.

To tide you over until then, I will let you all know that Oldest had a band concert last evening, which was very enjoyable. They did a wonderful job, and played one of my favorites, the title music march from The Great Escape. Gotta love that Steve McQueen! I mean, you know, as an actor. Like that. Nothing else, so you just hush. Anyway, it's always an evocative toe-tapper, just like the whistling march from Bridge on the River Kwai.

Even more entertaining than that was the moment I looked around at Catherine during the previous band's performance. She tapped my arm and looked up at me, and I saw that she was flaring her nostrils in time to R.W. Smith's arrangement of "Furioso."

You know, that's not something you see every day.

Anywho, I got junk to do, so I'll see y'all later.
posted by Terry at 10:37:00 AM