This day featured an unscheduled backflip into the 'cuzz which miraculously ended up with just scrapes and some wooziness. The lingering stupidity is probably helpful but nonetheless discouraging. Is this the new normal? Thank heaven the lady gives care without lecture.

Shakin' it easy while binging Mad Men in bed returns some semblance of sanity to The Pack. Not letting the imaginary what-if take hold gives currency to take what the day gives. Sounds a bit contrived but we're talking here about poop-your-pants possibility and that always is like a long look in the mirror. I am vulnerable and not very dashing but feels like another been there, done that so hats off to ?

The previous was brought to you by Re-leese, that app that tells you just how to handle a hungry man. My manliness is somewhat defective but my sort through all the thoughts comes to the conclusion that thank god I'm here. Bright lights in the distance are like christmas lights strung acoss the gutter except they're just like the reality on the telly. I dodged a bullet and tomorrow I'll sweep the back yard.