Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.

- Graycie Harmon

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

A Little Better Today

Well, I'm feeling a bit better this morning. We'll see how long it lasts, though. I might not got to training tonight. That should say mountains about how I feel.

As promised, Monday's Forgotten English:

Welchman's Hose:

Equivalent to the breeches of a Highlander, of the dress of a naked Pict; upon the presumption that Welchmen wear no hose.
- Thomas Fielding's Select Proverbs of All Nations, 1824.

In phrases like "to make a Welshman's hose of" [and] "to make like a Welshman's hose," to stretch or west the meaning of a word, sentence, etc.
- Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1928

Yesterday was profoundly boring. I hate staying in bed all day, so I didn't. I cleaned house a little bit, then, terribly sick of being house-bound, I went to training. I took it very lightly and din't overexert myself at all. I didn't, however, do any writing or Beta Reading of any kind, and so am terribly behind.

I'm making a sad face, though you can't see it.

I don't know how much I'm going to be able to write today. I might fall asleep on the keyboard randomly. Who knows? I'll give it a shot, though.

So, before I sign off to start writing, here's today's Forgotten English:


Unlucky ... Perhaps corrupted from hazard.
- William Holloway's Dictionary of Provincialisms, 1838

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