(The long awaited Blog Swap has arrived. Today's post is brought to you, in the style of Mike, by Dolface. Similarly, I have posted on his blog.)
There will be less whining here than usual, because today (maybe as a reward for yesterdays pleather fiasco), was an actual good day.
Yes, yes, i know, "But Mike!" you're saying "whining is what you DO, it's why we come here, so we can laugh at your misery and feel better about ourselves".
Too bad, if you don't like it come back tomorrow, by which time I'm sure something bad will have happened to me, and things will be back to normal around here.
But today was a good day; nothing bad happened, no telemarketers called, nothing fell off the house or got stolen, Daisy had fun at school, and Hank... hmmm.
Well, whatever it takes to make Hank happy happened.
As for me, my day went like this: I got up, didn't take a shower, didn't get dressed, drank coffee, staggered into the office, and got to work.
The morning passed as I worked, and most unusually, I didn't have to interact with a single person (well, I answered some email, but that hardly counts, right?).
When it was time for lunch I went and stood in front of the refrigerator and ate coldcuts from the package, pickles from the jar, and cheese off a knife.
The afternoon was pretty much the same, although I considered taking my pyjama bottoms off and working like that just because I could. Then I remembered that I hadn't taken a shower, and in a rare burst of generosity, decided to keep them on. Sometimes I'm a prince.
And that was it, that was Mike's Good Day.
Tomorrow will no doubt reach new depths of misery and horror, but I will always have the beacon of today, shining like my pale, unshowered ass peeking out of the wasitband of my pyjamas.