It rained again today.
We won't discuss what the rain did to our basement ... again ... OK? OK. I don't want to talk about it. If I don't talk about it, I can pretend it didn't happen. In line with the deep wisdom of Scarlett O'Hara - "I can't think about that now. I'll go crazy if I do. I'll think about it tomorrow."
In other news, the rain meant that Spike's plans were cancelled.
Which meant that he stayed home.
Which meant that I had our spiffy little car (if it was clean and unscratched, it would look like this) available all to mine own self today.
Which meant that I could finally visit my chiropractor.
Do you know that, just now, when I searched "chiropractor" on this blog, it turns out I've mentioned him repeatedly? Enough, that I created a new label over there on the left. "My Chiropractor". You know, in case you want to really delve into this very specialized aspect of my bloggy blurbs.
Today we discussed toes. Which is weird, because toes have come up before with him. He politely commented on my toenail polish, which is approximately this colour.
"I see a lot of toes in here," he said. "But I've never seen that colour. I've seen denim colour. And it's not just the colour, either. Somehow it's got the lines in it, so it looks like denim. But I haven't seen this colour."
"It matches your shirt," I observed.
"Oh, so it does," he said.
Paused thoughtfully, then added, "I don't think it works with the tie, though."
He's got good fashion sense.
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I also spent a few moments today with G.K. Chesterton, whom I love, as you well know. Thus, the new quote, also to the left, just above the labels.
