In this photo of two dubious characters, can you tell which one is me (and which one isn't)?
I'm feeling a little "fluffy around the edges" at the moment. Yesterday evening I went out for a Valentine's Day supper with my wife and her parents. We had a wonderful time. Between us we quaffed several bottles of a rather nice wine. By the end of the evening I was "relaxed and refreshed and feeling no pain," as they say. We didn't get to bed until the wee hours of this morning. Then, suddenly, it was time to get up again. Now I feel like I'm wading uphill through molasses and my mind is meandering from topic to topic.
I don't recall where he came from, but I've long had a fluffy stuffed vulture sharing my office (see the photo below). He doesn't have a name (I'm not that strange, you know).
Some years ago, for reasons unknown, he started sporting a pair of "Harry Potter" type glasses. I don't know where he acquired them from. I didn't like to ask, because he may have thought I was making fun of him. Usually he hangs out on my desk watching what I type. He's the ideal companion because he never says anything critical or untoward.
Recently I decided to purchase some new glasses (for myself – not "the beast" – he's happy with what he's got – at least, he never complains about them). I opted for the bi-focal type with a line across the middle – the top half are "tuned" for looking at my computer screen, while the bottom half allow me to read papers on my desk. When it came to the frames, I opted for the cheapest pair on offer, which happened to be the black plastic variety.
Yesterday, one of my colleagues bounced into my office and took a picture (shown below) of me working on a paper with my little companion looking on. Now everyone is joking around saying they can't tell us apart.
I just went out to lunch with my friend Alvin and his son Barnaby. Alvin suggested that my choice of frames for my new glasses may have been subliminally affected by "the beast". I responded with an amazingly funny quip that had everyone (well, me) rolling on the floor with laughter, but I can no-longer remember what it was (sorry).
Now it's Friday afternoon and I'm slaving away trying to clear my desk so I can: "make like a sheep and get the flock out of here". This weekend I plan on doing nothing much of anything except putting my feet up, reading a good book, watching some films, and – of course – doing whatever my wife tells me to. I need a vacation. Is it summer yet? If not, why not? TGIF (Thank Goodness It's Friday)!
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