Wednesday morning, off to take my usual indoor cycling class, and as I am walking toward the club I notice how light I'm traveling. My clip-in shoes are at home! I know, because I saw them right after arising and remember not packing them. I've wasted at least a dollar's fuel and some time, and I head home to log in with something purposeful before 10: hang up some clothes and take the floor from "body hiding dense" to merely disgraceful.

Here's a five day old edition of a paper I have yet to have the nerve to discontinue since it's not very full any more and various citizens banded together in indignant triumph to restore a frightfully juvenile right wing comic strip it contains. Okay, when ***they*** protest flags and crosses course the air in eary 1950's green screen spectacle. When I do, I'm the homophobic slur disguised as a bundle of sticks.

Ah, euphemisms. One class, or class-less, of driver of the word "faggot" were the coaches we who were coerced into football dreaded this time of year as we counted down the days to "hell week". And in this Wednesday paper, which I comb through to supposedly recoup my money before it finds its next stop in the blue can, is a sports columnist I enjoy a bit, though he's had his chauvinist moments.

He was writing about a pro football punter (not a euphemism; oops, sorry) whose Twitter page is notorious. As a punter he's largely outside the other players' smashing and crashing drills and has something of a chip courtesy of contempt from the concussed and contused. During the lockout just past he's Twittered his contempt on management, player and agent alike.

According to Mr. Columnist, this player referred to four objects of his scorn as, ". . . a hash tag reference [of] a feminine hygiene product." That's the writer's rephrasing, but then he wrote the punter's post, including the actual naughty word. Of course, I just did something similar earlier. Maybe the tactic is to avoid repetition as the writer can make a 'signature' and then get a little rise from the reader.

And instantly I knew what that other word was, anyway.