(Vikings is entertaining fare.)
Yesterday, I didn't feel like exercising. So I stayed home and sat on the sofa. My knee was acting up. The rest did me good.
The Dragon Lady drove to Costco. She returned with some great stuff. I had a chicken sandwich for dinner. Then I stuffed my face with walnut pie. I washed the meal down with pretzels and Coke. Now that's living.
The History Channel is featuring an exciting new series called Vikings. The first episode stars Gabriel Byrne. I enjoy his work. He was great in The Usual Suspects. Give the show a try. It's filled with lots and lots of violence. One unfortunate man even gets beheaded. Those Vikings were a naughty bunch of rowdy boys.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I refuse to live like some filthy nihilist.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a strange dream. I was singing in a choir with Alan Alda. I kept taking shots of hard liquor while no one was looking. Several people were upset with my antics.
I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. A 52-year-old man was arrested in Seoul on charges of arson. The suspect has a history of mental illness. Dirt drives him crazy. If he sees something filthy, he tries to cleanse it with fire.
I turned on Fox News. Rand Paul's filibuster is causing quite the stir. I can smell change in the air. However, change and pain go together like French fries and ketchup. So don't start getting too excited.
Anyway, I'll talk to you later. God bless.