OK. So, I’d be the first to admit that I’m running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I’m busier than a one-armed paper hanger. I’m busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest. I’m… well, you get the point. And I’m tired from lack of sleep. (That’ll do it.)
But even I have to look at the CBC’s animated show The Secret Life of Og and wonder – even though I KNOW I had nothing to do with it – whether I in fact DID have something to do with it. I would name something The Secret Life of Og. And obviously, Og’s my nickname. And… it sort of LOOKS like something I’d do.
But even wondering – even though I know better – is probably a sign that it’s time to get some sleep. So, OK. Soon.
