Adjustments

My dental appointment tomorrow has been moved up by forty minutes. Forty minutes closer to doom! My bite needs adjusting. My bite bites.

Better news is that today was a bit cooler than yesterday. Less better news is that the next five days in a row are predicted to be exactly the same as today. The only way I'll be able to tell tomorrow from today and the next four days is that my bite will have been altered. And maybe I'll get a watermelon.

Here's an amusing anecdote found on the Internets. Michael Lewis's review of Alice Schroeder's biography of Warren Buffett, "Master of Money," includes an interesting quote from the book, telling about an incident when Buffett's wife made what one would think a simple request of him:

"...once, when she was nauseous and asked him to bring her a basin, he came back with a colander. She pointed out that it had holes; he rattled around the kitchen and returned triumphantly bearing the colander on a cookie sheet."

Oh, dear. It's like something out of a sitcom. I guess highly focused genius has its price, and that price is beyond money.

Oh, my wieght has shifted back downward a bit, and my pants are now too loose. Please don't play them off, Keyboard Cat!