And not in the good, piratical way.

I'm going to have to find a new radio station to wake up to. I've put up with a lot from this one over the years, but I really do think being forced to hear Carol Channing mangle Hello, Dolly at 6:30 a.m. is just outside of enough. It's very cranky-making.

You might say it's my own fault, for choosing the kind of radio station prone to playing show tunes but still. There have been hundreds, even thousands of good musicals staged over the years, most of them filled with people who can sing. There are hundreds, even thousands of songs I wouldn't mind waking up to.

Also, I wish whatever circus it is that tours around the country every fall would use some phone number that's not one digit off from our office's toll-free number. If it doesn't, I'm going to have to figure out how to say, "I am not the circus" in Spanish.

When I was younger, I used to amuse myself by trying to memorize a variety of phrases in various languages, just in case of need when traveling abroad, but "I am not the circus" never made the cut. (Mostly I worked on, "Don't shoot me, I swear I'm Canadian." The USofA has had their moments of unpopularity in Europe.)

It doesn't take much to start my Monday off on the wrong foot, does it?

I have officially given up on trying to get caught up on my on-line reading after the cruise. There comes a point when you have to admit that, if you read fifty sites or so a day, they can post more stuff than you can ever hope to read. I spent hours trying to get the backlog cleared this weekend but it isn't going to happen. I'm just going to clear it all out and start over. While I'm at it, I'm going to clear out my bookmarks. It's ridiculous to try and keep up with 50 sites that update daily.

I may be back later. I'm feeling chatty today.