Here’s a problem. When James the Electrician removed the speakers and old alarm system parts that were embedded in the wall, I believe he released evil tiki spirits from their tomb in the plaster. They now flutter around me, causing mischief and ennui.

I was going to do a lot of stuff yesterday and didn’t get around to it. Not that I was otherwise occupied, I just hit a mental wall in my mental SUV and needed to have a lazy day. I guess it wasn’t totally a lazy day because I designed a banner for an upcoming event and sent it off to the printer. It was a ninety-percent lazy day, in which the laziness was not absolute but tinged with just a drop of accomplishment.

Today, I have to do everything I had planned to do today, plus everything I had planned to do yesterday. Oh wait, then there’s the stuff from Friday, the day the evil tiki spirits decided that I needed to spend more time dealing with wacky employees and international shipping woes than actually accomplishing anything.

And then there’s the stuff from Thursday . . . .

It was totally the evil tiki spirits that made me write that stuff about the pope, you know that, right? These might even be the same ones that possessed Sinead O’Conner in the early nineties. As soon as she exorcised them, tricked them into a dusty vinegar bottle, and stuck them into my drywall, she shot back up to the top of the charts, right?

Right?