Boom-Boom Time

Since Mister Sunshine has been such a downer, lately, I though it best to lay back off of the writing, for a while. But, as I'm temporarily confined to the house, with an ice pack strapped to my right knee... What The Hell?

It's still a steps-forward-and-back situation on the dole, not really worth re-hashing (or employment, for that matter)... but one good thing did pop up, yesterday, in a follow-up at the Workforce Center: there's a good possibility that the State of Virginia will pay for either a certificate in graphic design, or for my final two years of college. I thought I was going to faint while filling out the paperwork... until I remembered that Rodney Dangerfield got his shot at it on film, too. So, there's precedent. But, still. Yay.

But (and there always seems to be a "but"), things took a turn for the worse, late last night. Stephen Colbert, resplendent in Iraqi-camo suit was my nightcap, so I decided to end my early day but rolling off of the couch, then to bed. This simple wish was rewarded with the exquisite agony of spraining my knee, just in the attempt to rise. As this isn't the first time this has happened, recently, straightening my leg usually put things to right, with a little soreness. Not to be. I yelled so loudly that the neighbor's dogs, two doors down, answered with ferocious barking. Guess I woke 'em up out of doggie dreamland.

No insurance means self-doctoring, hence the ice pack, and Exec-U-Gliding around the house on the rolling desk chair until I can put enough weight on my knee to get in the car. Good thing I brewed five gallons of IPA and still have food in the freezer, and just bought a ton of cat food. I'd hate for make the news because she had to devour me in hunger.

It's almost time for the daily monster thunderstorms, so I'd better put a finish to this, and roll my way around to batten the hatches.

But, there seems to be a silver lining to the cumulonimbus.