Possibly. Just possibly, I should not reveal this. Possibly.
Given the weather. It’s cold out there. It’s raining. Freezing rain. Like it is raining, and then freezing. That’s bad. Those silly Elm trees should have known better than to bud out. And the Daffodils? Well, they were pretty enough, I suppose; but certainly well named.
The wind blows, the rain falls.
Me? I checked my Bio-Rhythms. Yeah. Seemed like the thing to do.
I found a site, hooked up real personal information and hit the enticing button inviting me to ‘Create.’
I found my emotional state was good.
My physical state not so good. I was tired, run down and weak. All of which regarding my physical state are true.
That other thing they measure? Well, that was a Hoorah also.
I’m all set to go. They told me if I had something to do, get it done. Work, clean up whatever was dirty and cluttered (I’m going to change the locks on my work room. That’s the only thing they could be talking about. Housekeeper was here day before yesterday.).
They also warned me to get this done in the next ten days. Seems somewhere near the end of that time frame things start to self destruct.
I stared at that report for some time while I mulled the workshop mess. I factored in my physical condition as reported by the squiggly line on the report and decided the effort of picking up a piece of paper might be beyond me. Shaking out a trash bag was even more strenuous. So, I reluctantly scrapped the idea of cleaning the workshop. I choose, instead, to challenge the ‘Bots on the computer.
I challenged for a single table Sit and Go. I lost. Rather convincingly. Of nine, I was third out.
I challenged for another single table Sit and Go. I lost. Rather convincingly. Of nine, I was fourth out.
I’d made a note of the Bio-Rhythm business. I double checked that note. Yup. Mental State = Great. Mental Activity = Great. Physical = Good, just not Rah-Rah Good.
I decided I needed more coffee and made some. While I was doing that, I decided I’d challenge the Blaster Ball program.
So, I did.
Yup. I lost five games in a row. I performed the bad performers dance of diatribe. Taking great care not to miss a step nor heated word of invective. When I regained my breath, I challenged Blaster Ball again. I lost.
I was slow. I was late to the trough of what is. If I thought left, the bounce went right – even more hateful, the bounce went left but a spider dropped from some dark and drank crevice and hit the bounce. THEN it went right.
Worse yet, three boulders whose support I shot from beneath them dropped on my icon and killed me. I didn’t even know what was happening until the third game.
None. No more.
I went to another poker site. By that time I’d had two more cups of coffee. I was ready.
I opened a ring game. I lost.
I said bad things toward my avatar. Very bad things.
I got to thinking about that Bio – Rhythm site. I concluded that the name of the site was a code name for one of my Ex-Wives.
She set it up and waited all these years. All these years.
I fooled her though.
The Birthday Date I entered was hers. And none of what she said counted.
From the Reaches,