It took a couple of weeks for me to face reality and make a very tough decision. Our trip to Europe is not going to happen. I had hoped that by going back on the steroids, I would gain the strength necessary to make the trip without worry about being hospitalized again, but evidently, that's not going to happen. The steroids are not having the efect I was desperately hoping to feel.
Except for the first 75 percent of the opening ceremonies, and all the damned commercials, we have been enjoying the Olympics. I don't understand why some of the "sports" are part of it, but what the hell, they're mostly the ones I don't watch anyway. I really like the rowing and, of course, the gymnastics. I'm glad to see the Americans doing so well, as are the French.
A guy dies and goes to heaven. His tour guide starts to show him around the whole place; the tennis courts, the main lobby , when they come upon a room full of clocks.
Some are going fast, some slow and some normal.
"What's with all the clocks?" the guy asks his tour guide.
"Each clock is for each person on earth. Every time they tell a lie, their clock goes faster," he said.
Well that makes sense the guy thought to himself.
Just then he noticed a clock on the ceiling going tremendously fast , and much faster than all the others.
"What's that?" the guy asked, pointing to the ceiling.
"Oh, that's George W Bush's clock. We use it as a fan."
Dumb Law of the Week: In Illinois, it is illegal for anyone to give lighted cigars to dogs, cats, and other domesticated animal kept as pets.
À la prochaine, mes amis.