It's snowing in mid-April and I've been busy at work. Am I on Candid Camera? Soon the mean post office lady will put a candy dish out on her counter!
Anyway, some postings back, I mentioned that I was in the market for a new vice. Readers, I was being a five-letter-word-for-silly-that-begins-with-"i" to actually go out hunting for a bad habit. To be sure, my new vice found me. It's crossword puzzles.
I haven't finished a book in a month. In fact, I haven' t even picked up a book except to stick it behind a crossword puzzle. Nor have I been following current events, except for those stories that involve individuals with short, heavily voweled names. Alberto Gonzales? Is he in the news these days? Was I dreaming, or did somebody say something about the Supreme Court stripping women and doctors of their natural and civil rights?
Likewise, Number Ten and I barely speak anymore. We greet each other, I offer her absent-minded pleasantries while eyeing the newspaper on her table, and then she sighs and hands me a pencil. Sometimes she'll attempt to engage me in a conversation about her family, goings-on at her workplace, or some recent item of community news. I pretend to listen, but all the while I'm thinking about a four-letter word for a church recess, a five letter word for a hasty marriage, or a four-letter poetic name for Ireland.