I didn’t think I was going to make it out this morning, but the kid changed my plans. Today I talked about “ADD, One Year Later” and the issues and causes of cognitive fogging.
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When you said “the writing lamp can be lit” all I could think about was “The writing lamp has been lit, Nathan Lowell calls for aid!”
My spouse also has stressors, with her ADD, depression, along with some other issues.
So when I say I understand where you’re coming. I mean every word of it.
Hey! Today makes twice you mentioned me! Woohoo! About the food booth, no name. Today you mentioned my name. Hot dang, Nathan. I believe you made my day, ain’t no one mentioned me by name, not since:
1950’s Ding Dong School, billed as “the nursery school of the air”, it was a half-hour children’s TV show which began on WNBQ-TV (now WMAQ-TV) in Chicago, Illinois a few months before its four-year run on NBC (albeit still produced in the WNBQ studios).
My mother sent my name in and it was read off on television on my birthday, she said.
Glad to hear what you got for your birthday. Everything you shared with us sounded like things, my own family present-wise, would have given out. 🙂
Glad you have a lamp again. Some days I have the lamp on behind me, and the over head fan lights on, just to see better. 🙂
I’d much rather spend my days indoors, working the way I used to, but my spouse insists that, “I have to get in the sun, occasionally”. Brrrrr, but that’s all right, I am assured that I won’t melt, but the joke’ll be on her, when I’ll pop!, and turn to ashes. 😉
Hope you won’t mind my sharing a joke with you, Nathan. Hoping it may give you a smile.
A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell.
She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.
“Oh my,” said the writer. “Let me see heaven now.”
A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.
“Wait a minute,” said the writer. “This is just as bad as hell!”
“Oh no, it’s not,” replied an unseen voice. “Here, your work gets published.”
Hope you day is pleasant, Nathan. 🙂
Jamie 🙂