I hate it when there are good posts just sitting there in the brain. Even worse is when you write it and it sucks.
Over the long weekend I deliberately avoided any kind of work. Even the voluntary and therapeutic work of writing Fiddley posts. NaBloPoMo can NaPoMoBlow me.
I had (have) a great post in my head to write today but no time in which to write it. I promise you, later tonight or tomorrow I will download it from my brain and upload it to the interwebs.
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Many folks won't even know what a bilge is, let alone have seen one and know the implications of it running over. I'm impressed that you grok -- now it feels like an inside joke. :)
Oh, and thanks for the new saying -- what a great way to express such a state of circumstance. Don't mind me borrowing it, do ya? ;)