I’ll concede right here at the outset that I may be violating the spirit of the Moanday Morning Post tradition, on account of some folks’s contention that it’s not really morning until the sun comes up.
On the one hand, I don’t really care – I’m in first this week, and that’s an experience they can’t take away from me. OTOH, I don’t really care – to risk the ongoing opprobrium of the powerful Mumpers lobby, so if I’m stompin’ on anyone’s tootsies here, just say so, and I’ll refrain from being so uppity in the future.
Anyhow, down to beeswax: the spouse and offspring are presumably both sawing logs in their respective beds, while your faithful correspondent sits on the other side o’ town, babysitting the mechanical behemoths which ensure that when you fill out a prank subscription to Leather & Latex Annual Gimp Suit Edition on behalf of your local Sunday School superintendent, the periodical gets delivered to the superintendent, and not to his next-door neighbor who won’t appreciate your hilarious wit. The behemoths in question take quite a bit of babysitting, and I’ve already had to contend with one catastrophic failure which degraded operation to 50% capacity for an hour, and two separate software anomalies on other machines that simply required reboots of a single operator’s console.
Lunch is about an hour and a half into the future. I haven’t decided if I prefer to nosh from the vending machines or drive over to Carl’s Jr. for a burger and shake.
Anyway, break time is over. Back to the salt mines for me, and I hope this finds all you senior Mumpers rested, refreshed, and ready to greet April 7th with a smile and a roar of anticipation.
Or at least a growl of resentful defiance.