Re-perspired as well. The re-inspiration comes from a friend who is always there for me and who shares my sense of ridiculosity (yes, it's okay to fabricate words when you have a firm grasp on proper usage) and the need for peace in all things.
The re-perspiration comes from yet another heat wave that there is simply no surfboard large enough to confront. Riding a heat wave might prove to be more perilous than practical so I'll content myself with riding out the bubbles in a cool bathtub. No kowabunga pour moi. Shudders delicately at the thought.
My life is about to hit the crisis suggested by the name of my blog. That's just about as close to something disgusting hitting the proverbial fan as you can get. Makes for interesting mind-questing. Of course, we must try our very best to make the most of the lives we're given. Sometimes, though, it makes no difference whatsoever what we do. Our destinies are out of our hands and all we can do is be as prepared as we can when the big D arrives. I'd say the big F (for fate, as opposed to destiny) but that sounds a little too much like the profanity that is, indeed, forming in my mind.
