Isolation

This is one of those mornings when you'd like to just sit in an isolation ward. Quietly, in the dark.

It's not that its a bad day -- the temperature's pretty nice, and it's not humid, which are both remarkable for being the beginning of August in Pennsylvania. (Sometimes, when I say the name of the state, I think of it being said the way that the actors in 1776 did -- Penn-syl-vane-eye-ah! But not usually. On the other hand, I don't particularly care for it when I hear the local radio announcers refer to it as 'Central Pee Ay'. Pennsylvaneyah takes too long to say? ) So that's pretty nice.

I think my mood started when I looked at the clock and realized that it was later than I normally get up on Sunday. I don't use an alarm clock; I just get up, usually about ten minutes before I want to get up. Those ten minutes pass pretty quickly, let me tell you. But this morning, it seemed, my internal chronometer was off. Oh, damn, I thought. Now I have to go to the mass where they sing. Its not that I dislike singing at mass -- its that they sing songs with absolutely no sense of joy in them. I call them Old Dead Guy songs -- all written by Joachim Frobisher in 1873, or whatever. I admit; if they were more cheerful, I'd still be a grump about them, but this makes it worse. So I really don't like going when they sing, and the first mass of the day, they don't. Thats why we go to that one.

I won't go into how I feel about going at all.

So I was just getting used to the idea that I was going to have to listen to people sing AMightyBoringSong...when I woke up. And discovered it was about ten minutes before I usually want to get up. I had just gone through all of the angst and irritation, for nothing. But okay. So I got up, and I weighed myself. OMG -- it says I lost - six pounds? That can't be right. I got off the scale, got back on. Six pounds. Went and got my glasses, got on again. Six Pounds. I was astonished, amazed. Got dressed. Thought You know, I've always wondered how much my clothes and shoes actually weigh, this would be a good time to find out. So I did; They weigh - seven and a half pounds??? That can't be right. I got off, got back on. Ditto. Took off my shoes. Down one and a half pounds. So apparently I didn't just win the weight loss lottery.

You get the idea. A couple of more things, but that was enough detail.

I'm ready for that isolation ward, now.