Several of you wanted to hear this today–a most unusual Christmas carol, performed by Michael W. Smith: Gloria. First nominated by SemperSoloDeoGloria
I got up a bit early today (very bad night!), so let’s see how I handle this blog.
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Tomorrow (Oh, Boy)
While this bearded dragon tries to sort out his relationship with his reflection, I have to get ready for a lengthy doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I’ve lost track of the reason for it… subject, as I am, to the fear they’ll put me back in the hospital. Or maybe just do something really painful.
Anyway, I won’t have time to do much blogging tomorrow; so I’m asking you, the readers, what you’d most like to see.
*Resume the epic romance, Oy, Rodney.
*What Child Is This?
*Gloria (Michael W. Smith)
*Son of God (Michael W. Smith)
*Any old nooze item
I won’t have time to do them all, so I’ll be watching the vote closely.
Bob Cat
This is a test.
Comeback Trail
Well, I’ve fallen twice, so far. I’m not injured, but I hope there isn’t any more of it.
But I did finally get that cigar that I was pining for, Patty is feeding me like a king, and it was so good to sit for an hour in the sun. Our neighbor Josh–this man is a godsend to us–helped me out of the chair and back indoors. It must have done me some good: I have way fewer typos than I had this morning.
I’m having trouble with “chemo brain,” though. I can’t seem to post any images–I’m sure I’ve forgotten an important step that i’ve done thousands of times. *Sigh*
I’ll have a “Joe Collidge” for you tomorrow, God willing.
I Have Returned
I think I’m back. They let me out of the hospital today. Six weeks. I am told it takes a while for “chemo-brain” to wear off. Well, it could’ve killed me. It messed up my memory pretty good.
It could’ve killed me, though.
Upon my return home, my first order of business was to fall off the front step. This greatly alarmed my wife. I’m all right, the fall did me no harm.
Hmm… It won’t let me paste an image.
How did my legs get so weak? I am enfeebled! I’m also finding it hard to remember how to do this.
I have greatly missed you all, everybody. I pray I can stay out of the hospital. The instructions for doing so seem (to me) challenging and complicated. Just what I need. Hot dog.
Please bear with me as my patchy memory screws up my blog. Looks like this’ll be harder than I thought.
P.S.: It seems this machine does not want me to post images. *Sigh*
Sleep? Was That Sleep?
Suddenly last night, it seemed my teeth had come loose and were about to fall out. This was very distressing! What should I do?
Eventually my teeth stopped rolling around in their sockets and I realized I was dreaming. Gee, why couldn’t I have had a nice dream?
Anyway, I’m still so tired, I could plotz.
Staying Alive
G’day, boys ‘n’ gulls! Byron the Quokka here, letting you know this blog remains in operation even with the blogger needing some help to fog a mirror.
Don’t worry! We’re going to plant the old crock outside with a cigar and hope and pray for the best. No chemotherapy this week (he should feel better already),
Meanwhile, it’s my job to see that your comments get published Don’t be afraid to make jokes! We could use some.
Not Yet Wiped Out
Zacherley, the “Cool Ghoul”
i’m going to follow the advice of “The White Rabbit” and limit myself to just one post a day until I feel half-human again.
Well, at least we got to watch our Zacherley special last weekend.
Last night: third sleepless night in a row.
I’m hoping it will do me good to sit out in the sun with a cigar.
Anyway, I’m still here and thank you for all your prayers you make on my behalf.
I Have to Keep Trying
I’m supposed to write a Newswithviews column today. I estimate my chances of actually doing that to be around 25%. I’ve got three doctor visits today, two at the hospital.
Maybe if I sit outside in the sun for a bit, something will come to me. It’s been weeks since I had a good night’s sleep.
Oh–and isn’t anybody going to kick off the contest. Finish the sentence in 25 words or less: “I despise and distrust the mainstream news media because _______,” Coolest answer wins an autographed book. And I’ll share the more entertaining replies day by day.
But now let me go rest a bit.
‘Newsies Wonder, “Why Don’t They Love Us Anymore?”‘ (2016)
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!
Newsies have been singin’ the blues, these past few years, completely mystified as to why the public doesn’t seem to like or trust them anymore.
Gee, you could have a contest! In 25 words or less, “I no longer trust mainstream media newsies because ________.” The answer that turns me on the most wins an autographed book.
By cracky, it is a contest! Yes, let’s do it! We could use some livening up around here. Submit as many answers as you like. I’ll share them, day to day, with the readership. Let’s vent, already! They’re trying to impose another Democrat presidency on us–they deserve to get it with both barrels.
The contest starts NOW.