“Tom is not the king of the world,” Kathleen observed. “Can’t prove that!” Tom asserted.
Way, way, way, waaaaaaaaaaaay back when there was a variety show called The Dinah Shore show. One guy did a regular segment called “King of the World” where he would give an address as the king of the world.
I still remember him saying, “Some people say there shouldn’t be a King of the World, or if there is, it shouldn’t be a self-appointed position. But I ask, ‘Who is more qualified than me to appoint me?’”
Kathleen is the Evil Queen, so she should know! LOL!
While I’m sitting here, I should scan some more photos, but I’m just kind of stuck where I am. Lethargy has taken over my body and my brain has been mysteriously replaced with mint jelly.
And I realized that in my waking moments during the nights, I have a tendency to rewrite the conversations of the day, online and in person, so that I sound like the Queen of Wisdom and Witticisms.
I figure it must be my brain in dream mode, but on the outer edge of it.
At 0801, I called and rescheduled my appointment, but the switchboard can’t do it for specialty clinics, so they sent a message. I will hear from the pain clinic later today.