Happy Armed Forces Day...

Man, that's some good shit...

Oxycontin beats Percodan by a mile. The pain oozed out, and warm cotton settled in, and I slept like a dang baby from the time I signed off that last post til nearly noon.

Good, productive, peaceful sleep.

Trouble is, all pain medicines, from over the counter, to prescription, mess my gut up in some way. I can handle Ibuprofen pretty well, but I really worry about it's cumulative effect on my liver. I have beaten on that poor organ pretty badly, over the years, and I fear that one fine day, it shall turn me yellow, in revenge.

And yellow is not my color.

And Twenty Major and Livey calling me a drama queen? Oh, that's rich, right there. I chortled an ironic chortle over that, I'll tell you.

So the wife is out toiling over a hot lawn, and I am here inside, and my fingers still feel a bit like sausages. I puked a bit ago, which is always fun. The kids are settling down to sandwiches and milk. Least I can do to help out my Yard Slave, I think, and pretty big of me if I do say so myself.

Oh, and Happy Armed Forces Day, everyone. I used to go to parades on this day when I was a kid. Parades that went on for hours, with marching soldiers, and military vehicles, and marching bands.

Today, there is a small ceremony at the National Guard Armory, that we didn't go to, because there will doubtless be demonstrators there, as well, and I don't want the kids to see Daddy kill a hippy. Or for them to be exposed to foul hippiasma and germs.

And there's the part where I'm still a little fucked up.

You know, I think it's the weather. My ass is like a damn barometer, and when the weather changes, as it is today, my hips ache to where, if I was your dog, you'd put me to sleep

High, leaden clouds have replaced the hot, cobalt sky that has tormented us, and kept the fans on of late. There is a sense of pressure in the air, a pressing. Everything is unusually quiet, for a Saturday. Breathing. Waiting.

The clouds pass over us, sprinkle a little rain, and then move on East to crash into the mountains, creating giant, brilliantly white gobs of soft-serve that reach up thousands of feet into the sky. The folks underneath them probably do not appreciate it much.

The heat is causing the mountains around here to shrug, and shake off their blanket of snow, and the snow morphs back into water and rushes down to the valleys, and drowns little children and puppies, playing too close to riverbanks when the wall passes through.

So that's how my Armed Forces Day is going. Have any of you ever owned a Beagle? They seem like they'd be a good family dog. Good around kids. I'd want a sweet dog, if I got one, that would have the decency to not die until the kids are grown. Yet, considering the current and potential future of the world, I am nearly compelled to buy a Rottweiler. But you have to get them as puppies, and I doubt there will be time to raise a puppy into a good dog.

And damn if my ass doesn't hurt again.


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