I felt slightly off my game for most of today. I’m not really sure I know what my game is, to be perfectly honest, but I know I felt slightly off it. It was an unexciting Tuesday all around.
I neglected to mention yesterday’s bit of Forgotten English, which is a shame, because it’s particularly nice. It’s “pig’s whisper,” meaning “a very short space of time.” One of the quotes is from Charles Dickens’ Pickwick Papers, in which he wrote, “You’ll find yourself in bed in something less than a pig’s whisper.”
Won’t one, though?
Feeling off, huh? Perhaps from the blood donation? Get thee to a plate of liver!
Yuck.