Thursday, September 24, 2015

Preempted By Civic Duty And Sleep

The hour grows late.

A day of jury duty could not be escaped, no matter how much wishing and calling the automated number for case cancellations was done by Mrs. Hillbilly Mom.

That is the reason there is no charming, witty, must-read story here today. That...and a three-and-a-half hour chair nap. As my mom used to say, "Honey, you really needed that sleep." Yes I did, after two weeks of sickness sapping my strength, only allowing me several hours of shut-eye each night, in between bouts of coughing.

Thank the Gummi Mary, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is on the mend. A few brief bouts of coughing in the courtroom, but otherwise feeling fairly normal now. Let's hope yesterday's last antibiotic pill staves off a relapse.

I have a couple of Farmer H stories coming down the pike. One about India, and one about a down payment.

Let your imagination run wild.

2 comments:

Sioux said...

Did Farmer H put a down payment on a portable bottle building, so he can travel around the country and show off his gl***?

Or, is he looking into a customer service job--in India--after he retires, and he's started a correspondence course so he's all ready?

I'm all intrigued...

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
Very close on the first count. Not so much on the second. I might divulge both in one post to assuage your curiosity. Or not. Depends on my mood. Or how long I sleep in the recliner.