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Sleep!
Actually got some sleep last night...bonus! Found out yesterday that driving more than a few miles is not a good idea anymore. Can't handle the signal, can't really drive in reverse, can't make turns easily. Not sure how I'm going to get downtown...and back...next Friday night for the holiday party at the Harley Museum for NBF. But it's the only ( Read more... ) -
Move along, nothing to see here.
Today's big excitement was a shower. It took me about half an hour, after which I had to sit down, in the shower stall. I was pretty sure I was going to pass out. The pain of my whole arm was just too much. I couldn't do my shoulder exercises; it was all I could do to get soap off. I am definitely getting worse every day. Last shower I was able to ( Read more... ) -
A Report From My Pillow Fortress
This shoulder thing is really bad, and I'm starting to feel like a prisoner in my body. I now can't ( Read more... ) -
Be careful what you ask for...
For a long time now, I have been saying that I wished the company would offer me a "package"; early retirement with a nice severance and a smile. Then, when it happened, I felt betrayed. Of course, it's the way that it came about that irks me; it's not exactly on my terms. And now, they are paying for it ( Read more... ) -
A horrible day
It doesn't get much worse. It was just a lousy day. After meeting a friend (and chairman of the board) for breakfast, I became ill and had to go home. Took a shower, felt better, went back to work. So, now the blood drive I organized was off limits to me; of course they are not going to accept my blood; I was dehydrated and a little shaky ( Read more... ) -
Tears
I need to put my sadness somewhere, and know it is private. This works ( Read more... ) -
Who?
I've disappeared ( Read more... ) -
Stepping on a piece of broken subject
First I heard that an actor had died of an overdose, and it didn't resonate. While that's news, it's not exactly novel ( Read more... ) -
Today, it's all about the selfie.
When I was a kid, we wore our causes on our backs, wrote them in our songs, sang them at our protests, and you knew where we stood by the length of our hair. You knew who we were the second you saw us. "The man" or "the establishment" or "they" knew who we were, what we stood for immediately. We had a uniform, a way of dressing, a way of singing, a ( Read more... )