Our odyssey has ended.
The power is back on. No longer will my woman be cold and my beer warm. Well, I can guarantee you the beer.
Spent Tuesday night burying those who did not survive The Big Thaw. Pity the poor salmon that first gave their lives to be made into frozen Costco burger patties for me, only to go soggy and squishy in a poorly iced Coleman cooler. To never know the joy of being grilled then slathered in homemade tartar sauce. You should try it sometime.
Wednesday spent with chainsaw in hand and 911 on speed dial. As you can tell by my typing, I still have 10 thumbs masquerading as fingers.
Yesterday was scrubbing and brushing and rubbing. Then after I got out of the shower ...
I'm wiped out and not in the usual hazy, post-St. Patrick's Day way a man of my vague Irish heritage tends to be. My liver is grateful, though. My joints, not so much.
I'll be back at full speed next week, assuming they finally reopen school and I can pry the Things hands from off each others' necks. Ah, sibling bonding.
Meanwhile, enjoy the wicked organ work in this fitting musical Odyssey.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Video: Mike Doughty, "Put It Down"
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