By the Belt

Today I put feathers in my hair and shivered in the sun. I dug out four splinters from the palm of my right hand, lodged there since yesterday's roof stripping session where I removed old cedar shingles from a formidably slanted roof (13/12 if anyone is keeping track). I like suspended disbelief, and would rather be spending my day in bed. My lab book is two weeks behind, my pay sheet only one. I've booked my trip to San Diego for October, and decided my teeth were yellowing unflatteringly. Found out the Hey Rosetta show on Friday is free, and ate an entire bag of Rice Crisps. So it goes, this Monday afternoon.