Good morning Eggheads and those who are suffering terribly from severe procrastinitis.
I was deep in dreamstate in a Taxi in New York City when the plumbing alert gave me a gentle but firm notification that my warm-dry world would soon come to an end if I did not immediately extract myself from the recharging unit, make considerable haste in the direction of the maintenance room, locate the appropriate porcelain furniture, activate the pressure release lever and audibly proclaim success, all in 10.324 base time units or less. I made it with .000479 base time units to spare. As I proceeded with the mandatory hygiene sequence I could not help but wonder if perhaps there should be an Olympic event for plumbing emergencies. If there was such a competition, older lifeforms could participate and at least have a chance of winning an award before their assignment is over. But alas, there's the matter of performance enhancing drugs: i.e., Viagra, Botulism, Metamucil, Rogaine, Milk of Magnesia, etc., not to mention those taken for a wide range of body-part malfunction. Naaaaaa... leave the demands of competition to the younger set so they may considerably hasten the aging process and know what it's like to 'want to but can't.'
I made my way to the food preparation area to both check the refrigerator illuminator and inventory the chilled contents for soon-to-be-out-of-date items that would best serve as a snack rather than as landfill fodder. My taste receptors and visualizers could not come to accord and I therefore declined the invitation to splurge on any of the items lined up just beyond the open bulkhead of the refrigeration unit. The illumination device was working properly and that was the more important purpose of my visit.
Rodney Dangerbird and Deputy Larry Ropa were busy monitoring the Coop and surrounding landscape. Both were armed and wearing their "Consider Me Dangerous" badges. I suspect there was an interloper or worse, a flock of marauding featherheads whose only contribution to the space they take up is to squawk loudly and leave fertilizer on items that do not need fertilizer. I'm sure Rodney has everything under control.
In anticipation of my pending blood-letting seven Earth rotations from now I am continuing with my quest to remove selected sawdust from former forest parts and processed into flat cellulose products making them useful for construction of Coop storage devices. The task is challenging and delayed considerably by my inability to properly apply the "measure twice, cut once" rule, probably due to certain pain deleting devices ingested throughout the light period. I shall return to the mission during the next light period.
While in and about the Coop jobsite I decided to seek something to quench my thirst. So I exercised my right to conduct a surprise inspection of the contents of the Coop's refrigeration unit. I quickly discovered a newly acquired matched set of six antique beverages that had a certain nostalgic appeal because of their relationship to a former life in Outpost Philippines during the infamous Vietnam Misunderstanding. I made a management decision to explore the contents of one container and any reminisces of a time when I was not exactly where I preferred to be. Inasmuch as I had intook the contents of many glass containers of San Miguel beer so long ago, so far away, that I instinctively activated my odor sensors near the open portion of the container to determine it's consumability. I also glanced to see if there was any debris commingled with the liquid contents. There were no problems so then I pointed the container opening toward my waiting intake orifice and slowly intook a sip. Heyyyyyyyyy! Not bad! In fact, pretty darn good. So I had spousal unit, Spring Hen, document the occasion with a non-moving image which could be easily transmitted to two former San Miguel co-consumers. I think it is safe to say that the beer tasted much better now than then.
Finally, a stop by the Intergalactic Communication Center to check the Forum for messages and reports disclosed that only 9 Members and 212 Guests were aboard Spaceship Earth's Egghead Site, and most weren't Eggactly chatty. Nor am I and I shall therefore return to the recharging station.
Say goodnight Leroy.
Spring "History Is But A Sip Away" Chicken
Spring Texas USA