Don’t tell anybody, O mighty orbosity, but I’m playing hooky today. Man do I love doing stuff I’m not supposed to. Since I quit my job I haven’t had the opportunity to do much of that until now. I’ve been attending yoga class religiously, but only because I love it so much. Exercise that’s more fun than eating. Alas, how can one play hooky from that?

Thankfully I finally managed to muster up enough goofofficy and sneakability this morning when I woke up to finally feel like I’m doing something bad for once. Blew off two appointed times. Whew, that sure is a relief.

So strap on your cosmic seatbelt, planet o’ mine, we may be perambulating around the universe for a bit here, since I have lots and lots of time for a chat this morning.

I hesitate to speak about what is uppermost in my mind, since it may seem like complaining, indeed may actually be the dreaded thing itself. I complain plenty in my own head and have no need to hear it from others, so my guess is that many folks feel the same way. And you, world, would scoff at anyone’s complaints who has been so blessed by your bounty. But since I’m practicing up on doing the wrong thing this morning, I guess I let ‘er rip.

What’s up with Wisdom Boy? He keep whining to me that unless he starts getting some more questions his head is going to explode from all the pent-up wisdom. Such an unheard-of accumulation of wise-ness must have an outlet. Just the other day he sneezed and the answer to the Fluglehorn computation flew out his nose and smacked me in the face. Pretty gross.

So please, if there are any of my fellow mini-mites out there intercepting my messages to the planet, feel free to drop in to Wisdom Boy’s digs and ask him any question your heart desires, because by his own infallible calculations, he knows everything, or enough of everything to make no difference. He even knows why no one is asking him any questions, but says the answer is so horrible that he won’t tell me, to protect my sanity.

Ha. Maybe he isn’t so smart after all, or he would know my sanity is bulletproof. I’ve been insane and it’s no big deal, just very fast sanity.

They say that pictures add interest to blog posts, so I’m off to try and find something to make this more interesting, since it threatens to break out into an offensively long entry….

Don’t ask. Though it is very worldy, is it not?

Well, let’s see. Haven’t been outside to check up on you this morning, world, but you sure are looking pretty out the window. Come to think of it, some fresh air might hit the spot….

Oh my god, am I insane? What am I doing sitting here looking at these silly words when I can go outside and be inside your June 10, 2008, which looks to be one of your very greatest masterpieces of all time? It’s a wonderland out there. Why I became a writer I’ll never know. I should have been an outdoor hammock tester.

Off to breathe and see….

Your excited,

LWIII