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December 21, 2021 by sandwichcontrol

Slowly grinding into your lambdoid suture.

The word of the day is: Widdershins.

Widdershins
/ (?w?d????nz, Scottish ?w?d?r-) /
adverb
mainly Scot a variant spelling of withershins(withershins [ with-er-shinz ]adverb Chiefly Scot.
in a direction contrary to the natural one, especially contrary to the apparent course of the sun or counterclockwise: considered as unlucky or causing disaster.)

Have you ever shit so fantastically that the only word that you can come up with to describe the act of taking that particular shit is “expunge”?

Well I did.

Last night.

After my fifth trip to Walmart of the day.

No wonder I spent an hour Google image searching Weird Al’s wedding photos.

Yesterday wasn’t supposed to be Monday.

It was supposed to be Sunday.

And it wasn’t supposed to be so jam packed that it flew by and left me with a long list of shit I still need to do that’s going to roll over into today’s list.

Luckily the headache waited until almost bedtime before showing up.

It was the kind of day that warranted a cup-noodle and grilled cheese dinner for everybody in the house.

Nothing that some salt, saturated fat, and carbohydrates can’t fix.

Right?

All that “food” triggered the great expunging of 2021.

And now we are here.

On a Tuesday.

And the winter solstice.

I imagine today will fly by as well.

Given that it’s the shortest day of the year and all.

I should probably get busy before this day vanishes before my eyes.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


1 comment »

  1. Tammy Fujibayashi says:

    LOL!
    Cookies are everywhere.

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