Buried

Yes, I'm still here. I just have more than the usual work to do. That's me under that pile of stuff over there? No, the other pile. Yes, that's it. That's my foot you see sticking out from under the pile, the rest of me will stay buried for a couple more days. No, that head you see isn't mine. That guy is younger, better looking, and has more hair.

My son had a Superman outfit for Halloween one year, when he was about four or five years old. If I knew where it was, I would try to see if it might fit me. Maybe it's made of stretch Lycra or something. Perhaps it might bestow superhuman powers on me, and I could work at a pace guaranteed to help me catch up a bit.

Alas, that would be highly unrealistic to expect, wouldn't it? It might be worth a try, though. Desperate times, desperate measures, right?

It's all good here. Just lots to do and catch up on. Many things coming together or requiring attention all at once, so I have to jump in and contribute my bit. My two cents. I wonder what those two cents will be worth in twenty or thirty years, what with inflation and all?

I don't know. I don't care. I'm back to work. I'll write something more interesting in a day or two. I hope.

I'm still reading posts by my blog-buddies, I just don't have much time for commenting.