There Are 100 Minutes In An Hour

Hi, this is a 10 Minute Blogging Unit. I am distressed to report that I have come down with a nasty sinus infection. It's just so unbelievable. I think it came from using ancient and not-my-usual-brand of salt packets (because I was out of good old SinuCleanse, so I had to dig up something from the way back of the cabinet). Mike says it's because I stay up all night. Or, also, Mike and I have our own separate Nose Watering Pots and I wrote a "K" on mine in blue permanent magic marker. Well, the "K" has since vanished in the dishwasher, it's out floating in Tampa Bay somewhere. Mike really doesn't use his pot much, but he has used it three times. So a few days ago I had to blindly pick which pot is mine. Maybe I used his pot and that's why I'm sick. The directions clearly say, Each to his own pot. Not that Mike is so dirty and germy, it's more that I'm so SENSITIVE. OR, maybe it was picking up back exercising again, the exercises are so strenuous and draining. Maybe it's because the nice roofer is STILL HERE. Or eating out could do it, right? Or my PEP drink (I'll be glad whenever that stuff runs out). Or WHO KNOWS what it was. Regardless, I felt this infection coming on yesterday, the good old Run-Over-By-A-Truck Sensation, which is unmistakable. Just call me FLAT KATHY. Then, this morning, at 12:00 noon sharp, right on cue when the alarm clock went off, the other vulgar symptoms of a sinus infection came to light (think Green Production, I tell you, green is the color, even my birthstone). Shed a few tears for me, will you?

I have 4 minutes left on my Blogging Unit. I will use it to tell you that I can't do math. I really can't. It hit me in 11th grade when we began doing these Wretched Word Problems. My brain cannot cough up the Necessary Main Element for solving a Word Problem, which would be LOGIC. Just like my CT scan told me I don't have forehead sinuses, so a simple KEM scan of a Word Problem (good name for them, they ARE a PROBLEM) tell me I don't have Logic Brain Cells. It's foolproof and scientific. I try. I fail. Nope, I simply cannot plug numbers into X, Y and Z.

So, of course when I said last night I was going to do a 120 Sleep Unit, that is not what I meant. It was totally incorrect. 120 Sleep Units, at 10 minutes each, materializes to 20 hours of sleeping. Mike was incredulous when he read that, because 20 hours of sleep for even me sounded rather scary. I really should have said I was sleeping for 72 Units, which, I hope, is 12 hours. See, I was thinking there were 10 Units to an hour. I'll blame it on the onset of sinus trouble, which scrambles my No-Logic brains. Normally, 54 Units of sleep is just right, but with Sinus-Mack barreling toward me I was allowing for 72 Units.

Okay, it just took me so long to figure all this math out that my 10 Minute Blogging Unit has now expired, in fact it has now become a 12 Minutes Unit, and I must bid you Farewell.

The Loose Unitizer,
KEM