I can't put my finger on it. It's not like it's been a bad Sunday. It's been fine. And by fine, I don't use it in that terror-inducing way a wife uses it at, say, the end of a
Like I said, it's been a good day of getting religion and taking it easy. It's just been really, really ho hum. I need to make sure that this is not a harbinger of things to come. Ho hum does not agree with me and I try to be at least moderately self-aware. So I've got to take control on this one.
With the horror that is the Partridge Family singing "C'mon, get happy!" rattling around in my head, it is time to check out of the Ho Hum Motel, with a commitment never to return. Adieu, blahs, adieu.