Sluggo

[copied from dland]

I am incredibly sluggish today. Not just tired, although I'm that, too. This is more like moving through molasses instead of air. Everything is slowed down. The fact that my eyes are really bad today and heavy and droopy is only making it worse. I got lots of shampoo in my bad eye today, and for awhile there, I really thought I was going to have to go to the hospital. Drama queen much? I don't know; my eyes are very sensitive, and especially this one, and it felt for a long time like there was something actually in there, or a bruise on the cornea. Anyway, it's left me somewhat Cyclopean all day, but What.Ever. I'm living. I'll live.

Even so, I feel like a sleepwalker all day, and I don't think it's just me. Media Girl said she felt that way, too. We had no classes in the library today, so it was slow. I expected the rest of my posters to arrive and we were going to figure out where they went and maybe hang some of them, but UPS hasn't been to the school yet -- it's about 2:00 now, although I'll post this later -- so it's a no go. My photocopier is finally coming tomorrow. And with any luck, a snow day on Wednesday.

Yes, it's going to snow on Wednesday, our first real significant snow of the season. Which is quite late for us, but one year we had no snow at all and then paralyzing blizzards for several days in March, so it just goes to show. Will they close schools? If they close the Bizarro Town schools then I am closing school for K, since she has to drive the 20 minutes or so to the college, and I know from personal experience that it will not be pleasant in the weather.

As sluggish as I am, I have several things to do this afternoon, including some errands with the Sibs and then R is taking the train here to B.T. and we'll grab some dinner and then pick up her car from the service station and she'll be off home. I've got a prescription to pick up and .... oh, something to take to the post office. Didn't post offices used to be closed on Lincoln's Birthday?

So, Sluggo. Sluggo, you may or may not know, is Nancy's best friend.

This comic strip is older than dirt; my father used to say that he always enjoyed reading it because it was the first comic strip he remembered from like 1924. Very early in my pregnancy with K, the Hubs and were in Kennebunkport, Maine for a weekend and picked up a local paper and they were running the Nancy strip, which surprised us because we thought even then that it was defunct. One thing led to another, and by the end of the weekend, our little unborn one had taken on the nickname Sluggo. That morphed over the course of the next several months into Little Sluggo, and then The Little Sluggo, then The Little Slug, and finally, The Slug. She's never quite forgiven us for that, for calling her a slug, but it was said with love. And it was a Nancy shout-out, which she's never fully appreciated, I think. Anyway, the name has a special place in my heart.

So, Sluggo I am today. All I'm missing is the cap.


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