Over 90 years old, and in his lifetime survived more than 600 assassination attempts. Don't care who you are, that's impressive.
No matter what you thought old Fidel, his choice in hats is the stuff of legend. In fact, I doubt most of of the millennials out there reading this even know that he was more than a hat model. Wait... Millennials read this? Oh...Christ...that will change everything. My dark sense of humor is neither politically correct, nor will they receive an award for reading my page. There will be protests, I'm sure. Fashionable Hats Matter, you know.
So it's a sick day here in the MacLoosh mansion. First one in a few years despite the fact that I idly threaten each morning to call in... You see, I've got this recurring ankle thing. Years of treating my body as less than a temple is apparently catching up to me. Some sort of overuse, scar tissue build up related tendonitis or something I guess. In the big picture, It doesn't really matter what my problem is. What matters to me is that I said "uncle".
The good thing is that I am not currently in a step contest with any overambitious co-workers because today my fitbittythingy has me at less than 1000 steps. On the scale of living large and half dead, my daily total is about 1/4 of the way to completely lame.
Going back to the Millennial thing...I'm not usually one to brag, but today I think I deserve an award for getting my happy ass of the couch and not wetting myself right where I was.
Anyway, calling in sick on the same day that Fidel kicked it seemed like the perfect excuse to check in, say "Hi", complain a little and maybe just maybe, by putting out a post I could feel like I did something productive today.
Yes. The bar for productivity is low. Don't judge.