5 words. Sudden death. Scripps-Howard rules.
Fraser was never my favorite TV show. But I saw an episode last night that was hilarious...for fans of competitive spelling.

That was an end of a surreal day. While getting dressed I realized I was maybe just too sick to go to work. Gripped with anxiety that the Church ( local and universal) might not be able to go on without me for a day (which is a sign I should take a day off...) I called in sick and fell back into bed without removing the one sock that I had donned. I slept all morning though I did attempt to watch an unfortunate Oprah episode about women who marry gay men. The afternoon snooze was interrupted by a trip to the dentist with Eddie. (Rick had to take his father, of the recent porcine heart-valve transplant to the hospital for an antiobiotic infusion. Otherwise the pleasure would have been all his...) That was followed by a trip to the LEGO store. I promised. I didn’t really use the LEGO store as an inducement for a happy teeth cleaning, but it is very close to the dentist’s office and I use the rationale that we should try to combine a run for extra gears and pieces with other necessary work.

I went back to sleep when we returned home. I wanted to watch ER, but I just couldn’t wake up. I heard little snippets....had a dream that Abby had been kidnapped to remove a gallbladder in a library. I think I was very confused. Woke up at 11:30, watched Fraser and slept until my alarm went off. Strange.