A slick and polished mess.
Mono sucks. Reader’s Digest version:
Got sick again Friday. Went to hospital Sunday. Majorly dehydrated, lost 10 lbs in 3 days. Took 2 liters of fluid in an hour and got some nice nausea drugs normally given to cancer patients. That helped a lot and let me actually eat for the first time in days. I’m well “enough” to be at work now, but still feel like crap. Hopefully some fresh mountain air will recharge me on Friday.
It feels good to be healthy. I was sick Wednesday through Friday last week. I’m talking laying in bed colder than Hillary Clinton and soaked in sweat at the same time. Some pretty odd delirious-fever dreams/hallucinations. (Dude, building a windmill and sod house with your dad and eight brothers in 1858 is hard work!) Things are better, though. I’m back ready to go.
Now, go where?
I feel like I’ve finally got a plan for my career. I’m not sure if it’s right, though. It will be a drastic change in life if I go that route. It’s in a completely different field, and would be a huge adjustment. I’m not afraid of the change, though. I think it will be exciting and that after the initial adjustment, it will be so much more rewarding than what I’m doing. I would be making a difference for once.
The change would affect my family, though. This new job comes with some physical risks and my wife is worried about safety issues. How do I weigh personal and professional happiness against my own wife’s peace of mind? The issue is seldom far from mind these days. At this point, I’m tempted to go for it and deal with this issue, if it becomes one. If it doesn’t work out and I don’t make it, it’s not a problem anyway. I don’t know, though. I’ve been praying about it a lot, but haven’t heard a whole lot back. Still waiting for that sign.
Dear family, friends, and e-friends,
Should I ever disappear or turn up hacked into pieces, please direct the police to check out the creepy facilities guy at my work. He’s really creepy, but in a disarming way. He seems friendly enough. I don’t know what he actually does around here, but a great deal of it is done walking/sitting around singing and muttering to himself. Not like some people do when they’re concentrating on something. (“Okay, just one more…” etc) It’s the random mutterings of that guy you pass on the street wearing camo pants, flanel jacket, and sea captain’s hat. Like this guy:
In fact, that kind of looks like the crazy facilities guy.
Now, this guy may be completely nice and just a little eccentric. I’ll grant you that. However, I’ll add that if you think that, you’ve never looked into his eyes. There’s madness there.
Seriously. I’m officially an old man. I was doing some housecleaning and found the Me page up there ^ still said I was 26, so I had to update it to 27. That’s old. Last year, I was still a young guy. This year, I’m old. My knees hurt when I run. I’m tired more. My foot’s been hurting for the past couple of weeks, so I went to a podiatrist yesterday. Apparently, I have a high arch, which puts too much pressure on the balls of my feet. This, in turn, has caused the bones of my foot to spread out, which (no shock here) hurts. The solution: orthopedic insoles. ORTHOPEDICS! I’m old.
Aren’t you supposed to get *more* money as you get older?
Also, don’t forget. $5 footlongs at Subway.
What a great holiday! It is a holiday, right? I mean, it must be. Everyone’s setting off fireworks and being loud buffoons at 10 PM. If it wasn’t a holiday, that would just mean people around here are being rude jerks, and surely that can’t be the case.
Stop being jerks. Seriously. Don’t believe the hype. You do not own the road. While you may technically have the same legal “right” to the roadway as motor vehicles, this does not excuse common sense and good manners. Case in point, this guy:
As you can see, this guy’s got 6′ worth of pristine, paved, clean, clear shoulder to work with. He would be able to get his pedal on while not impeding traffic. Instead, because he has the right to do it, he’s going to sit a foot out in traffic, forcing me to drive 15 mph in a 45 mph zone. That’s a power trip of Trumpian proportions.
Remember, just because you have the “right” to do something, doesn’t mean its the right, or even the smart thing to do. You have a right to walk up to Shaq and call him any name you want. Just don’t be surprised if there’s unpleasant repercussions.
One final note: your bike weighs 19 lbs. My car weighs over 3,500. We can get into the calculations of mass, inertia, and force; however, I can sum it up a little more succinctly: the car will win every time. Be smart. Be polite. Don’t be a jerk, and we’ll all get to where we’re going at our respective pace using our preferred mode of transportation.
Your pal,
Mose
So, I put a twitter plugin over in the good old sidebar. I think it looks spiffy. It will also help me feel productive. I can say I updated the site without actually publishing anything of substance.
Cool.
