It's Sunday; I woke up to a nasty headache, blocked sinuses, a blaring alarm clock and a shouting TV. I shut off the latter two but Tam was watching the news in the living room, so I got up, took an allergy pill and an acetaminophen,* put on my hearing protectors, and went annoyedly back to sleep.
It worked, too: a mere three hours later, I was merely achy all over and only mildly grumpy, both of which a small breakfast is rapidly solving.
What's your excuse? --Er, if you needed one, that is.
* Y'know why the Brits call it "paracetamol?" 'Cos you can spell that without wondering if you went wrong!)
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
1 year ago