I’ve been lying around on a hot Sunday afternoon, sipping a frozen strawberry margarita and being remiss in publishing today’s post. I mulled over what uplifting and terribly appropriate spiritual spoke to me over some delicious flan. That’s when I made the mistake of looking at my blog stats.
There’s an app for that on my iPhone which inexplicably quit then started working again. It lists posts, comments, referrals and search words. Curious about what people googled to find me, I took a look. “Judiang,” check. Various permutations of “confessions of a watcher,” no surprise. “Thorin beard,” okay. “Thorin beard Klingon,” yes, I did say that. “Richard Armitage beard,” I’m noticing a theme here. “How large is Richard Armitage penis,” Oh. OH!
I sat baffled that somebody expected to find the answer, as if he or persons unknown measured and put the information out there. Then I was stunned this inquiring somebody hit MY blog! Let’s be clear: I have never and will never blog such a topic to be remembered for all posterity on the internet. I have standards. That’s what the chat room is for. (Seriously, if you haven’t participated in our sessions, you’ve been missing out.) That’s all I’m sayin’.
Distracted by this discovery, I strained the brain all day trying to make the herculean leap from RA’s little Richie to today’s Serene Sunday. One idea was wildly inappropriate so I decided to be good and stay with, you know, those standards I mentioned. So, *ahem,* moving right along. “Serene” can be applied to other songs besides spirituals, something that is also calm, peace, unruffled. The following song is perfect for a lazy afternoon. It’s smooth, pleasant and catchy. I’m sure RA has been taking it easy today and hope you did as well.
Here is Groovin’ on a Sunday Afternoon by the Rascals
For those of you craving that dollop of RA, here’s a recent photo to contemplate as you listen.