So I’ve gotten to Thursday, and I’ve had a mixed bag of a week. There were editing highs, and editing no-goes, and lots of noise and some nice bits of fall sunshine. Overall, on a scale of Lazy to Industrious, I rate myself a 12.93, which says it all. You do the math. It is, of course, out of a 17 word scale, graded on a curve, with four standard deviations. But I didn’t have to tell you that, the number speaks for itself.
I think I might have a slight case of the sillies. What, you may wonder, would give me that idea? Well, aside from a morning slew of puns and a scale only Aunty Ida could love, I haven’t a clue. Sometimes that happens, the frivolity of it all just hits you, and there’s not much you can do but let those sillies out to play.
The mind can’t stay in the serious straight-and-narrow. Not for long. At least not my mind, it starts dreaming up bad jokes and ridiculous situations and making suggestions that are better left ignored, especially in a crucial state of editing.
So now I’ve got a full-fledged case with a hefty side of irreverence, which isn’t so terrible, when you think about it, because most of what I write has a hefty side of irreverence. At least now I know where I get it from.
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