I learn something new everyday.
The fourth horseman, on the pale horse, (which may be the source of the notion of “pestilence” as a separate horseman) is explicitly named Death.
The Greek word interpreted here as “pale” is elsewhere in the New Testament translated as “paisley.”
Death. On a paisley horse.
Yesterday, I learned that there is canned bread:
Flak Magazine: B&M Canned Bread
Saw it at Albertson’s, but alas they only had canned bread with raisins or I might have bought some.
Yeah, I didn’t get much done yesterday.
Disc was good. Dave had made a comment in an email about my team (on Wednesdays) doing better when I handled. I doubt this is true since Dave has a tendency to recall the best of people, but it may have been moderately proven yesterday. ‘Course it might have just been the case that we had the better team. I had a nice put or two, I guess. I wished I’d calm down and do that in a league game.
Got into a black mood during grocery shopping. Came home, ate lunch, napped, went to dinner. The cloud over my head was the thought of Eric reading the first 10K of Fuel Eaters. Criticism is the enemy of fast writing, yet it seems stupid to write stupidly. That may only make sense to me. Well, Eric finally read. He was encouraging, without being overly positive. It is a well known fact that when I start thinking that I’m doing well, I do much, much worse. But, honestly, I displayed a tremendous lack of faith in Eric’s ability to keep me going on this. My bad. I never did get into a good writing mood and tossed off 1200 at about 11pm. The plan for today is to get back to 2500. I hit the 12K mark this morning.
Considering that the cortical spreading depression of my migraines manifests in a somewhat paisley shape, Death riding on a paisley horse now seems fairly reasonable…