I’m working on a new song for the band I drive into the ground with my management advice. The song is called, “Nobody Reads My Blog.” This post will exemplify the sad plot.
The lyrics go like this…(to the tune of something like Celine Dion or Taylor Swift- you pick)
Nobody reads my blog
It’s like they don’t even care at all,
I rode my bike and I took a fall-
and nobody even called!
Yeah, it’s numer one with a bullet… anyway.
First night in the new house, which has only been a place of pain and tears until now. The shower shoots straight out of the wall, and my Craig’s list dryer doesn’t plug into my antique wall socket, but whatever. What’s done is done. I slept right through the night, and like I told S’quatch, “There’s nothing left to do but grow old and die now.”
I am even going to break my cycling fast with a tour of my old friend Sweet Dr. Munson tomorrow sometime, so WB the answer is yes. I’m not going at 8:00 in the morning though, you can forget all that.