’tis National Talk Like A Pirate Day! I looked all o’er t’ find a good translator ‘n I found th’ best one on pirate.monkeyness.com. I find that when I try t’ natter like a pirate, I end up speakin’ in a really bad Jamaican accent. I be goin’ t’ keep this short ’cause I be already annoyin’ meself wit’ all o’ th’ apostrophes.
Last night when I went t’ bed, me nose was all stuffed up ‘n I was feelin’ bad…nah jus’ sluggish, but I felt like complete Davy Jones’ locker. Rory has had a cold since Sunday night ‘n ’twas clear he had passed it on t’ me. I dosed meself wit’ some Nyquil ‘n went t’ bed. This mornin’ when I woke up, I didn’ feel much better, but had t’ get th’ sprogs t’ school ‘n ’tis me runnin’ day.
A while back I posted that th’ cure fer a hangover was runnin’. I ‘ave now discovered that it also cures th’ common cold. I really didn’ feel like runnin’ ‘n th’ first mile was more than hard, but then it started gettin’ easier ‘n while I only ran 4 o’ me scheduled nigh-on two leagues, I chalked that up as a win.
One slightly disturbin’ thin’ about this, though. I was lootin’ a shower afterwards ‘n I lost some time. I be nah sure how much – maybe jus’ a minute or two, but thar was a definite lapse in time. It kind o’ felt like I fell asleep standin’ up. I didn’ pass out or feel dizzy, jus’ nah really conscious. Oh well. If ye be in th’ medical profession ‘n that’s a sign o’ somethin’ serious, let me know, but I be pretty sure I be OK.
Alright, enough o’ this. Happy Pirate Day!