I saw something on the news last night which must not have impressed me much because I can't remember what it was about, but the guy who was the subject of the story had a blog, and I saw that the title of one entry was something like, "Too Tired To Think of a Title." I thought about stealing that, but I'm not really too tired this morning, just not very clever.
After my long year of unwellness during which the only time I left the house was to go to a doctor's office or a hospital, I visited a casino this week. We were on our way to Wal-Mart actually, but my wife was amenable to my suggestion that we pass it by and keep on heading a little further north. We didn't stay long, but I got to play blackjack (single-deck pitch) for about 90 minutes, and I won $80. A dealer named Nancy remembered me, even though the last time I was there was 16 months ago. I suppose somebody who was there every Monday afternoon for a several months running might well be remembered.
I wouldn't mind resuming that practice, once the weather can be depended upon. If I could be sure I'd win at least 80 bucks every Monday, that would be even better.
