...that's like a coked-up gorilla that swings through the transept of your mind, kicks out your retinas with its foot-fists, and escapes hooting from your skull, thundering into the world and dragging your blind and insensate carcass behind it like a duffel bag full of dead cats?Because that doesn't sound like a very nice sort of day to have, and if you've had such a day, you can put my sympathies on the shelf next to it.
You don't keep your days on a shelf? What do you do with them, then? You're not one of those people who just piles them up on the couch or something, are you? Honestly, you really ought to take better care of them. You only get so many, you know, and their resale value goes way down if they're all scuffed up and bent.
Incidentally, and in furtherance of the papal thematic thing I've got going on this week for no apparent reason, there was once an antipope who was more into fox hunting than the whole Jesus trip, which didn't sit very well with his cardinals. He hadn't celebrated mass for awhile, and when they insisted that he do so instead of running off with the hounds on the Sabbath, he rode his horse into church, belted out a cursory Mass from the saddle, and trampled a few parishioners on the gallop back to the hunt. I think things might have gotten stabby shortly after that.
I can't for the life of me remember this fellow's name. So if you know the name of the pew-busting fox-hunting antipope, be a dear and leave it in the comments, would you? It's been bugging me all day, like a tweaking lemur in a synagogue.
OK, I shall stop now. Clearly I need to be smacked around a bit.
Having misplaced my glasses at the moment, it took some moments of confusion before realizing "antelope" might actually be "antipope". If indeed antipope, i haven't the foggiest idea of his name, old dear. If antelope, i'm fairly certain it was Milo Q Wittspitham.
And btw, i keep my days in a lovely old apothecary bureau with the little drawers nicely categorized. If not contained in such a manner, i find many of the cheekier ones get rather rowdy during the wee hours.
An apothecary *is* generally superior to shelving. However, my days tend to be large and unwieldy and ooze things, so it's best to keep them in the open air, even if the cat gets at them from time to time.