Or, as translated from the original Greek—isn’t everything originally Greek—an insane, crazy, confused jumble.
That is precisely how one side of my brain feels at the moment. The other side left several hours ago for Iceland. Uhh no, sorry, that’s in two weeks. It caught a train for Long Beach, California and said it’ll catch up with me at Bouchercon. Hopefully it won’t forget, ‘cause the side it left behind is the one that does the remembering.
I won’t bore you with what’s led my brain to race for a saner environment, but I’m still befuddled at how it plans on finding sanity at Bouchercon. Wait until it hits the bar scene for the world’s largest mystery convention. I sure hope that part is the half-brainer regulating responsible behavior. Then again, the bar crowd’s a pretty accepting crew, even to my half-brain wit.
Ba da bing. We’ll be here all night. Packing.
You see, I leave today (Friday) for Long Beach. I have a book signing in Orange County at Book Carnival at 3PM tomorrow (Saturday) and must have my wits together by then.
It will be close if this piece is any indicator of success on that score.
Perhaps what I should do is supply you with links to four articles published by my son in about as many weeks in Men’s Health. He’s the funny Siger, just in case I had to tell you. And he’s been discovered. YES!
No, he’d be embarrassed if I did that; not that such an experience would be new to him where I’m concerned, but I’m trying to improve.
Speaking of improvement, how about those US elections on Tuesday? I stand by what I wrote last Saturday: “All issues facing our country [over the next two years] will be subservient to whatever is thought expedient toward gaining or retaining control of The White House.”
Sure hope I’m wrong. Maybe I should consider entering politics? If not as a candidate, what about as a political commentator? Right now I think I’m perfectly qualified for either position. Not sure I would though after I hook up again with the AWOL missing half of my brain.
So, enjoy this lovely weekend, and when you think about today’s post, just imagine how much worse it could have been had it been one-half of my butt that ran away.
I think I’ll go to my room and lie down now. Or is it lay my remaining half-brain fully down?