Internet surfing, soup eating, conversing with son, texting, wondering if I should wash my hair today or go with the ponytail, and listening to A Prairie Home Companion. At the same time. Resulting in the News From Lake Wobegon being distilled down to these three phrases:
*older people in their thirties and forties
*it was a short sermon
*the miracle of the meatballs
The first phrase seems to pretty clearly indicate that moi is at death's door. The second phrase is almost always a good thing, unless it happens to cut short your nap. A miracle involving meatballs brings to mind the miracle of the frybread. But that's due to the fact that I was giving my full attention to a recent viewing of the movie Smoke Signals. Which makes me grateful for writers like Sherman Alexie. And that there will be two more encore presentations of APHC today. Giving me, even if I must resort to the podcast, many opportunities to learn just what Mr. Keillor was talking about. Finally, if I'm wondering if I ought to wash my hair, I probably should.