I have a tendency to make up words.

I don’t really do it on purpose.  They just come out of my mouth that way.

“Holy Smokes.  I feel Kloojey today.”

“Boy oh boy.  Was the guy ever besmackeled or what?”

“That thing was a real whip digit, I’ll tell you.”

Probably, in any given hour… I slog off quite a few.

Yet… sometimes.  I think we need an extra word in our language for things.   Like we call today… today.  Tomorrow, is known as…. tomorrow.  But what about the day after tomorrow?  We need a word for that, I think.  The Day After Tomorrow.

In the Georgian language, the word for the day after tomorrow is Zeg.  “When is your doctor’s appointment?”  “Zeg.”

See how dang easy that would be? I just love Zeg.  For procrastinators… why do today what you could do Zeg?  Kabowzzzaaa…. that is good.

Or what about this.  The trouble getting out of bed in the morning.  We have all suffered from this… on at least one occasion.  For some people, it is an everyday occurrence.  Well here is the deal.  There really is a word for that.  It is called Dysania.

This morning… I had a bad case of Dysania.

I was SO sleepy, that my whole face was tired.  Even that little place between my eyebrows?  Which… by the way…. is called the Glabella.  My Glabella was sluggish.  It probably will be again Zeg.

All of this is pretty silly stuff.  But what if it were sad?  Then we might find ourselves in a woebegone condition.  Some people seem to turn to food when they are in such a state.

Well who knew?  The Germans have a word for that… it is Kummerspeck.  It really means….. the “weight gained from emotional eating.”  But the literal translation is… “Grief Bacon.”  Kummerspeck.  Grief Bacon.

Dogs have a word for all of it.  “Woof”… which loosely can be interpreted as “Arf.”

But there is no mistaking the wag of a tail.  In any language.

And, they always wag their tails.  Today, Tomorrow, and Zeg.

“Language shapes the way we think, and determines what we can think about.” – Benjamin Lee Whorf