lord almighty

We usually say lord A mighty but typing it out I realized it doesn't make much sense.
What's going on? I hear you asking. Well, not really hear. That would be creepy, wouldn't it?
I worked my butt off this week. What's left of my butt, anyway.
Are your bodies changing a lot out there?
You! Is your body changing?
Because I lost all kinds of weight when I first started working and then I gained some back but now I have no butt. Or it's flat. Hard to say.
Anyone still there?
God.
Lord a mighty.
Anyway, so, worked my butt off whilst continuously clicking on the weather.com thing to see if it IS or ISN'T going to rain on Thanksgiving.
Cold I can plan for - that's all about layering (HEAVY COATS WILL NOT FIT UNDER YOUR COSTUME. PLAN ACCORDINGLY.) But rain? Do I wear Wellies? I certainly cannot carry an umbrella.
I sent a large shipment to a charity event (I can't say more but it involved looking up lots of info on the intrawebs) and I organized an offsite event at a private club - which I also took a tour of.
But today is Friday, although one of the trains on my line hit an "unauthorized person on the tracks" leaving me without a train.
K drove Middle and me to a nearby town and we took two trains to work which was somewhat exciting. It's a very different thing, having to catch a specific train rather than what we do which is arriving at the station at a somewhat leisurely pace and settling in at the start of a line.
LOOK, I KNOW THIS IS FASCINATING.
Whilst on the trains Middle and I discussed my technology options. You see, my headphones for my iPod are broken, again, and my wee shuffle has gotten wonky. At the same time, my clam shell, free telephone from 2002 is somewhat worse for wear.
Dear readers, do I GO for the iPhone?
Rather, does Santa bring me an iPhone?
I do, on some level, need to remain somewhat technologically PRESENT as I do need to, at least, appear to be on top of things.
You can ponder that.

Big news! Oldest has sold the car of his dreams.
EXPLANATION: When Oldest turned 21, I think, K and I and he chipped in on a car he reallyreally wanted - a Toyota Supra. It was the car he'd always loved and he and K drove a great distance to get it. It needed a ton of work and frequently broke down but he adored it. It ended up, after we put all kinds of money into it, in our driveway. Oldest has a little heap he drives as it is far more economical.
It sat, this car, for years. There were extra parts in the garage and Oldest planned on fixing it.
Without exaggerating, I would say that people rang our doorbell three or four times a month to ask about that car. Every neighborhood landscaper/ delivery guy/guy just passing in his car would ask about that car. It was the car of many men's dreams.
Yesterday a fellow appeared with a battery (the car barely runs) and money and he bought it.
And I know Oldest has a lump in his throat seeing that car leave. The dream car.
Every guy has a dream car. K had a Mustang that I made him sell (you could see the ground through the floor!). Hell, I HAD A DREAM CAR (an MG Midget).
It's the car you'd love to keep but realize it's impossible and the right person comes along and you need the money and....you grow up, just a little, and the dream goes to someone else's driveway.

Now I've made myself misty.
It's Friday and I'm going for a burger (and maybe a beer now!) with my dear friend J!