Forum spats sometimes lead to revelations, and sometimes not. Mr. Grammar has been going on about his wounded pride (funny how the biggest egoists have massively inflatable prides), but I seriously think he should lay off the vodka and think about detox. Or maybe not, I mean, everybody copes in their own way, but seriously any time people get seriously involved in being offended on-line by the truth, you have to wonder.
I suppose all of us like to feel we are something when we are not, and Mr. G certainly lives up to the moment of everything being about me!

Buggy times

I came back from another vacation with an unintended friend, a bug. Not strangely enough, I feel mentally challenged, as the bug has filled up my chest with phlegm and made me easily tired.

Sometimes this state of mind can be helpful, but focusing is rather difficult. The lens of perception is slowed down, with impaired memory of events and goals.

Overall it was a pretty good vacation, though with the usual little too much of running around. The weather was a bit rainy, which didn’t help with the views and being able to get around. But the rain and clouds did keep things cooler, which at times was a blessing. Speaking of cool, life is in a spin recently, with me thinking what should be the next move with teaching.