Hair Today. Gone Tomorrow.

Yesterday's post was "late and .. lame" (no offense, Russ. I had no intention of making you my main entry .. it just happened that way) and I feel like I need to apologize to my faithful reader(s).

Sometimes I get "writer's blog" and can't think of anything to say. However, this was not the case yesterday. Like a tired kernel in a bag of Orville Redenbacher's, I was just "too pooped to pop."

Life is hard. Sundays are harder.

Don't take this the wrong way. I love "the day of rest" and on some occasions, I actually get to kick back for a little while and take a nap on the couch. When that happens, you can almost (this is operative word) stand being around me. If I don't get to sleep for fifteen or twenty minutes .. look out.

Those of you who have "real jobs," probably look at me and think I have it made. I'm in an environment that doesn't make fun of me for being a christian and I get to work with believers the majority of the time. I suppose that is true. However, don't think for a minute that what I do is easy. There is no "easy" button (trust me .. I looked). If you don't think I work hard, just take a look at the blisters on my bottom (actually, that's inappropriate .. and somewhat .. creepy) from sitting at a desk all day.

Christmas is approaching at a rather rapid rate of speed and that makes me even less pleasant than usual (are you encouraged?).

In addition to fatigue, I suffer from an ailment commonly known as .. Pre Musical Syndrome.

Try not to make eye contact between now and the end of December.

It's just better that way.