As I walked to the bus this morning for my ride to the Loop and another work week, these lyrics from Pink Floyd's "Time" were going through my head:
"And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking. Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older. Shorter of breath and one day closer to death."
This does not bode well for the day.
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"Tiiimmmmmmmeeeeeeee is on my side, yes it is," instead.
it could be worse: "These bloodsucking creatures that transmit Chagas disease have been used as instruments of torture in so-called bug pits. The most well-known example comes from 1838, when a British diplomat named Charles Stoddart arrived in the city of Bukhara in Uzbekistan to try to win over the local emir and enlist his support in halting the expansion of the Russian empire. Instead of making friends, he was branded an enemy and thrown into the bug pit, a hole beneath the zindan, a traditional Central Asian prison. There he suffered the attacks of assassin bugs, which were kept alive in between prisoners with gifts of fresh meat. A stone chute delivered manure from the stables above, which further attracted bugs and generally made the pit a place of misery.
A fellow British officer, Arthur Conolly, tried to rescue Stoddart after a couple of years, but he, too, was thrown into the pit. The men were literally eaten alive; accounts of the few times they were seen aboveground describe them as covered in sores and lice. The insects did not kill them, however: to accomplish that, they were beheaded in a public ceremony in 1842." Wicked Bugs by Amy Stewart
h-Julie -- Chagas disease? Are you trying to cheer me up?
Rob -- Yes, there was the drum solo.
Much, much better, with a side of chocolate. ;)