So it seems another Snake Oil Monday rolled into view while I was sleeping last night, which I guess is no big surprise. Good for what ails me, right?
I need to roll that boy out of bed here in a minute or two and poke him around the house a little. Seems the older he gets the slower he moves, which is of course true for all of us, I guess. I’m certainly no exception, although I still continue to pop out of bed rather early, no matter what time I go to sleep at night. Fear of missing something, I guess.
Later today perhaps I’ll tell the story of what may or may not become of my Costa Rican brothers - those little brown bambinos whom I’ve never seen and, ashamedly, whose names I can never seem to remember - who may be packing their suitcases this very minute. My dad sent my brother over this weekend as official family emissary to plead the case. “Dad says to answer your phone,” my brother the diplomat told me.
I won’t spoil the story now with brevity, because I see that it’s time to rouse the boy from his slumber.
In other news, I’m having fun running my radio station, even if there are no apparent listeners. It makes perfect sense to me, playing music that falls on no ears. It’s just like writing. Anyway, I thought it’d be fun to give Scrinecast its own site, so that’s what I started working on yesterday. It’s not quite finished.
I never finish anything.