These are the moments that usually get me in hot water. I have absolutely nothing on my mind this beautiful hot muggy Saturday morn. Nothing. Yet, because I am a sufferer of CTS, I must type something today. CTS? Compulsive Typitis Syndrome, a dreadful condition that instills in bloggers the compulsion to type letters into words into a blog even when they have absolutely nothing of any value to say. The tips of my four typing fingers actually ache to feel the smooth plastic keys as they press them down to form the letters.
Like a guy who has to wash his hands 73 times or check the front door lock 44 times, CTS sufferers must type out meaningless blog posts constantly and continuously.
Normally, since I seem to have a very mild case of ADD there are somewhere around 13 million thoughts floating inside my head, and it is a simple matter of reaching one hand into the swirling mess of thoughts and yanking one of them screaming and wiggling back down and then nailing that sucker onto a page.
Poor you, dear reader, as the river of thoughts in my head is dry. Just dust and smooth rocks.
The last week of work was affectionately termed “Hell Week” due to the long hours and the packed days, not to mention a thousand things to accomplish amidst screaming and gnashing of teeth. I may have overthunk my brain. Ran it at the maximum RPMs too long and thus today it is resting.
The only thought I see anywhere in the huge expanse that is my brain is a small wandering one, barely a thought at all. He’s leaning against a light pole in the darkness, pointing one hesitant finger at the “g” in the word gnashing. What is this one thought? Silent letters. Why do we insist on letters in words that are silent? Isn’t the purpose of letters to represent sounds so one can pronounce the sound? So, why add letters that have no sound?
This shadowy thought is pushing his hat back on his head in order to scratch his noggin, wondering why we don’t have a “W” in noggin, such as wnoggin. “Heck, that would cause you to mispronounce the word!” You explain. Well, you ever try pronouncing the word gnashing using the “g”? G-nashing??? Ga-nashing???
The wife desires more coffee. And then we want to do a little garage sailing. (Yes, I refer to it as sailing as opposed to saling, since we are not selling but floating through the neighborhood purchasing other people’s junk.)
However, when my mind is not working, something else wakes up. Wink Wink. Nudge Nudge.
Have a great morning folks. (I’m going to!)
Some Blogging Guy