Today I felt like a coal miner.
Which made me think of “A Coal Miner’s Daughter” which made me think of Loretta Lynn. Which I didn’t feel like a coal miner’s daughter I felt like the coal miner. Which would be the coal miner’s daughter’s father. Follow?
By the way, his name was Ted. Well, he went by Ted.
Why, you ask?
Because I started my ten hour days. Not that I’m comparing my office job to that of the physically demanding work of a coal miner.
I’m just comparing going to work in the dark, and coming home in the dark, to that of a coal miner.
I know it’s a stretch. But the thought went through my head on my way home from work today. So of course I had to blog about it.
What else is blogging for but to share with you my witticisms and brilliance?
All of these words, which to count, as I write “this” is 161 words per the word counter.
When I could have said it much simpler:
When I left work today I realized it was dark going in, dark coming out. Reminds me of a coal miner’s job.
Twenty- two words. If I count the “I’s” and the 2 letter words.
But that isn’t much of a blog.
So, just call me Ted today. And thank me later for that tune that is now running through your brain.