Monday was a holiday, so it seemed like Sunday. It wouldn’t have seemed like a Sunday since school was in session, but illness kept people home and Der Bingle’s schedule is based on the Federal Calendar. Anyway, I am starting my week one day late in my mind. Not that I have any crucial five-day-project commencing. In fact, I am suffering what I believe is Procrastination Catatonia; I can’t get started doing the simplest task. I work sudokus and read . . . and walk into the kitchen. I have this habit of using three little dots (visual aid:   . . . ) to indicate when I am pausing to think or stare into space. Technically, the dots are ellipses or dramatic pauses and I don’t use them as they are defined; they are supposed to represent left out words or a sense of, shall we say, drama.  I use them to represent nothingness – literally.

But enough of that – except to say right now I am in a constant dot period. (no pun intended)