Today’s Forgotten English, in case you were wondering, is the delightful-sounding word “toozle,” meaning:
To pull about, especially applied to any rough dalliance with a female.
Touzly, ruffled, shaggy. In the phrase, “to touzle one’s top,” to make one’s hair stand on end.
Alas, it was only the second of these two definitions, and then only thanks to static electricity and my winter hat. Otherwise, the day was once again largely uneventful.
I did purchase the final stock photo on this one book I’ve been working on, so that was nice to get off my plate. It worked out to be easier if I paid for it myself, so I’ll have to make sure I get reimbursed.
I’m very happy that tomorrow is Friday. Less because this was a horribly difficult week, or anything like that, but because it feels like a week, like I’m back in the swing of my regular work schedule. If that makes any sense.
At least the weekend is almost upon us.