Today I got up, took Cameron to school, puttered around with some laundry, went and had my blood drawn, came home and mowed, gathered up extension cords outside (while I was mowing), made barbeque with real roast, went to Wal-Mart and bought mulch, opened and emptied mulch bags, did more laundry . . . and read a couple of blogs and news articles.

Now I need a shower but I am sofa-ing it for awhile until I get up the ambition to do that. Right now it is lying around on the floor – an “a” here, an “m” there and the rest of the letters scattered between the here and the there.

I found four letters in my pocket: o,f,a,l. I am certain they are to line up as loaf. Maybe an exclamation point is caught in my cuff, making it imperative: LOAF! Who am I to argue?

You don’t know it but there was a spell of time between that last paragraph and this one because I was savoring the essence of the loaf. Yes, loaf is a good verb, but sometimes it is definitely nounish. Ah, life. Ah, loaf. It is probably not a coincidence that all it takes is a “t” to make float. (Yes, I know oaf is in there, as well – it’s some alphabetical illusion or whatever.)

Say, why do they always chant “There’s no “I” in team”? There’s a great big ME in it. See, you’ve got to think these slogan things through.