Today, I realized 10 months of mask-wearing in public has messed up my resting face. This got me into a couple situations (that I can remember).
The first, in response to a question I evidently misunderstood, I snarled and blurted profanity, which wasn’t all bad because people let me cross the street ahead of them. Such nice people. Profanity rhymed with duck poo.
The second, I smiled when I greeted a person as we entered the gym, which she interpreted as “Please, you must ask me out for a date.” Which she did, after following me around my circuit. In response to her query, I snarled and she went away, so that worked out because she was hogging the hip adductor/abductor anyway.
I might be having a bad day but I can’t be sure until I review my copious notes. Per my notes I have so far, the day seems about today-ish.
I Could Be Wrong 
6 replies on “The Batspit Chronicle 09 Jan 2021”
For a poet who doesn’t rhyme so much, a genuine LOL with the one you picked here 😀 May all your days be today-ish with your blogs and poems.
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Thanks, Steve! More batspit to come, be warned.
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Looking forward to following your “Days in the Life of Mark.” You knew I needed to make a reference to the Fab Four. 😎
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Perfect!
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I can’t imagine you being snarly or f-bomby! Must be a bat spit side effect. Or benefit. I just know you prolly can’t blame menopause.
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lol
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