MMe Mme Good
Unable to sleep immediately because I slept near-catastrophically earlier in the evening, I became amused with the observation that the spelling “programme” is starting to look normal to me, now that I am working—imprecisely speaking due to the complexities of globalization—for a European company. I’m also getting used to seeing things spelled in the way of “normalised” and “analyse.” Oh, and “spelt,” but that one still doesn’t work for me.
This musing was invoked by a little field experiment in the way of verifying my weight-loss programme, which has yielded quite successful results. While I hope it does not progress to this point, I have saved myself a few hundred dollars, as a suit that once was overly-snug now fits again.
Oh, and, whoever worked up “connexion” needs to jump in the Atlantic and swim on over to the sane side, by the way. Wake up and smell the barbequed, Kentucky-fried pizza, my friend.