Lunes bajo presión

Como comprobarán por la tardía hora de publicación de este breve post, el comienzo de mes se me ha echado encima de la peor manera posible, con un cansancio físico acumulado considerable, las reservas de energía bajo mínimos y las exigencias laborales rozando máximos históricos en un entorno además de incertidumbre y presión. No me quejo demasiado, porque es curro a fin de cuentas, pero desde luego que servidor tiene las tuercas todo lo apretadas que pueden estar y mucho me temo que el hartazgo que supone pasarse toda la jornada frente al ordenador lo acabe pagando el blog al necesitar uno despejarse y cambiar el chip después de pelear con el fotochó durante siete horas diarias.

No es el lunes lo único que se me ha echado encima, y el sábado finalmente desistí de subir las habituales fotos de Halloween en "tiempo real" como había avanzado al comienzo de la semana. Para compensar, e ilustrando estas líneas, tienen ustedes un par de instantáneas de cómo estaba decorada la casa en la pequeña fiesta de Halloween que celebramos el sábado pasado y que tiene algo de culpa en esa pérdida ya alarmante de energía vital.

Me permitirán que haga mutis por el foro virtual dejándoles con una canción clásica de las fiestas de Halloween y un video más que divertido que reúne décadas de escalofríos, gomaespuma y carcajadas -voluntarias o involuntarias- al ritmo de Bobby "Boris" Picket y sus pateadores de tumbas.... Buf, a ver si esta semana tengo mucho cuidado ahí fuera...

Monster Mash
Bobby "Boris" Pickett and the Crypt-Kickers

I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise


He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash


From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes


They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash


The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son


The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"


They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash


Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"


It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash


Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you


Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash