Have you ever just shut down? I mean, mentally, physically, or both? You’re not sick; you just haven’t got it . . . whatever “it” is.

Well, that was me yesterday, and it seems to have carried over to today. I read the day’s news — all depressing and demoralizing, as usual — but nothing really inspired me to comment. And certainly nothing tickled my funny bone.

Which reminds me: Did you know that that bone leading up from the elbow to the shoulder is named the “humerus” — thus the “funny bone” designation? Try whacking it sometime; it’s anything but funny.

Okay, TMI — or at least, more than you ever cared to know about the human skeletal system. But you see how my mind just keeps drifting today, from one silly, insignificant subject to another? I mean, the President of Iran was just killed in a helicopter crash; the International Criminal Court is issuing warrants against the heads of both Hamas and Israel; and gazillions of cicadas are about to become crunchy outdoor carpeting in various parts of the world. And all I care about is the difference between “humorous” and “humerus.”

But come to think of it, that’s a great idea for a future chapter: the reason English is such an exasperating language to learn, even for native speakers. Just think of “there,” “their,” and “they’re.” And what the apostrophe actually stands for. And why “so fun” is grammatical homicide. And the use of subjective and objective pronouns. And . . .

Okay, enough. Really going to take that break now. So, ‘til tomorrow, I hope. In the meantime . . .

TTFN,
Brendochka
5/21/24