Thursday This n That

The bucks are beginning to tussle for breeding rights.  We've already seen two with snapped antlers.  And we had two others sparring in the yard a couple days ago.  Ah, Fall when the testosterone flows and the courting begins.  I'm hoping it all leads to a bumper crop of fawns next Spring.

Yes, I know, I'm probably not supposed to capitalize the seasons.  My editor would poke me with a pointy stick.  But she has no power here on the blog.  Bwa ha ha.  I can run amok!  Amok, amok, amok.

It's morning and I didn't sleep for shit last night which is making me loopy.  Amok, amok, amok.

The darkness at 7am is making me unmotivated.  But I still would rather not have a time change this Sunday at butt-early in the morning.  I never change my clocks before bed.  It's one last sleep before my schedule gets screwed royally.

I saw a supposed news story yesterday where the CEO of Nike was listed as Isaac P. Freely.  I.P. Freely.  Get it? 

Amok, amok, amok.

If you didn't get it, you probably had a more refined childhood than I did.  And a better class of friends.

Okay, time to wind down the amok and get on with my day.  This spreadsheet won't build itself.  What's up with you?