Irene

As I sit here, lying down, in bed, in doors, eating a peanut butter and peanut butter sandwich, I think to myself "didn't some one promise a hurricane?" Well, hurricane I have got, if by hurricane, we mean "hurricane" which is just an eight-letter word (I have here set a trap for you!) which the OED tells me comes to us from a word having to do with hair. Twisty hair that masses up more and more hair in the Caribbean until it barrels into trees and swallows up the shingles from roofs. No, but seriously, I don't read the oed and have no idea. No, but seriously, this hurricane is not a hurricane, it is a tropical storm. And this tropical storm is not a tropical storm, but more like a just-slighlty blustery noise one might hear from an audiobook reading of 'winnie the pooh', indicating to one that one ought to turn the page now. I am not complaining. I wanted the hurricane not only to suck, but to suck and change directions for somewhere not me. I'm just glad my political/religious connections (re: Poseidon) have not gone to waste. I am fine for meteorological flavor from time to time, but am decidedly against soggy drama in the atmosphere.
I am currently focused on not focusing on my work. You might think it dangerous to mention as much, for doesn't mentioning my work risk turning my focus to my work, and maybe even threaten my getting some work done? For a lesser man perhaps. Or even a greater. But when one considers the exact degree of greatness I possess, one realizes that I am best at leaving work out of focus when mentioning just as much as I have. Mentioning it nonstop or all the time would be just to focus on it, and hence bad. Not mentioning it at all however... Nevermind. Mentioning my mentioning and/or not mentioning it as much as I just have risks risking the risk that I was just in the middle of explaining away as something not, for me, risky. So, I am going to stop. I know my limits.