Flowers In Lieu Of Coherent Thought

Huh? Oh, you guys.

(And before anyone gets all bent out of shape over the term “guys,” I’ve used that as a generic term for “humans” or “sentient beings” or “critters” for over fifty years. Particularly when I was in my single-parent days there were times when I would get scolded or worse by people with the best of intentions no doubt [wow, did the grammar in THIS sentence go south quickly!] because I would address my kids [one male, two female] as “you guys.” The point of contention being the term “guy” in regard to the girls. These are no doubt the same people who want to rename “manhole covers” as “personhole covers” and they are courteously invited to take a long hike off of a short pier.)

I knew there was something else I had to do before I could wrap up for the night, but I feel as if I’ve been doing five things at once all day. As I mentioned to The Long Suffering Wife, I’m in better shape than the people who had shredded vehicles scattered all over the 101/23 interchange this morning when I was trying to get to the hanger, but I could have lived without the half-hour drive turning into an hour and a half drive.

However, with my brain still sorting through a dozen tasks at once and juggling deadlines like they were chainsaws, let’s just look at some more pretty flowers and call it even for the day, eh?

(As a demonstration of just how few brain cells I have to rub together tonight, I was THIS close to posting the exact same set of pictures that I posted on March 12th. Good thing I don’t have to operate any heavy machinery for the rest of the night. Like a mouse. Or keyboard. The toothbrush may be a life or death adventure…)