Today is the 25th anniversary of the murder of John Lennon. My my, but it seems like only yesterday that he’d been dead 10 years. It’s an excuse to listen to my Beatles “1” CD and to renew my hatred for yoko for breaking up the band, I guess, but I’m awfully busy hating Bush nowadays and I don’t know exactly when I can work in Yoko. Maybe I can work it in between being worried about R.E.M. losing its religion and my angst over whether the rest of U2 is OK with starvation in Africa. I’m also devastated about the rumors that Brittany Spears’ marriage is breaking up. I may just bury my head in meaningless sex if I can ever get out of the damn house.

Talked awhile to SuzArt on the phone last night and she gave me an abbreviated report on Bob O and he must be OK. I feel badly that I haven’t checked on him myself, but all he needs is this cold I’m carrying.

I have my central heat going, both my bathroom heaters going and a fire in the fireplace and I’m still cold. I’ve been running the dishwasher and the clothes washer and making hot tea to try and get some humidity in the air, but I’m still cold. The thermostat says it’s 70 degrees in here, but even with sweats and a bathrobe, I am freakin’ freezing. My hands and feet and nose are cold. I thought about exercising to get my blood moving, but naaahhh. What I really want to do is to go sit on the equator and have beautiful native girls feed me fruit and bring me spleeves the size of baby’s arms. Too bad there’s no money in that, or i’d have a career. In the alternative, I’d be happy to snuggle up to some Oklahoma woman to get that body heat stuff going and that would help with my whole meaningless sex diversion idea, but that doesn’t seem to be in prospect any more than a trip to the equator. So, I’m just freakin’ cold and I’m still mad at those of you who bitched about the summer weather. Not only is the top up on the Miata, but I don’t feel that it’s smart for me to get out in such a small car when any jerk who hits me is going to have a bigger vehicle. Ban SUVs!!!!

I believe I now hold the North American record for blowing my nose the most often in the shortest span of time. I’ve used up three hankies and two rolls of toilet paper in the past two days. Does anyone know the world record?

Egad, but NPR can get tedious! They try so hard to be dispassionate about highly emotional issues that it just gets … well,…boring.

Enough blogging. I’m going to run up and down the hallway with scizzors and put small objects in my ears and nose. I’ll let you know how that works out for me.