one hundred seventy-seven
Had an okay weekend, I guess. Got together with friends on Friday and Saturday, which was nice. Took the kid for surprise pizza and Build-A-Bear for her birthday. She had a blast.
Somewhere along the line, though, I started feeling pretty awful – it’s going around. I was totally crashed out by early Sunday afternoon. Sinuses and all that. My lovely wife woke up the same way this morning. Must be some new round of blooms in the region (probably tied to the 100+° temperatures around here this last week. Also might be a depressive flare-up; I’m getting those nerve buzzes. Whatever.
I should have stayed in bed. I really should have. However, I’m in the middle of one test (which is going fine), and about to start support on another this week that has never, in the history of ever, gone off without a hitch the first day. The person running that show simply isn’t up to the task, and I gotta be here to pick up her pieces. I don’t enjoy it, even when I’m healthy.
Unrelated, but semi-relevant transition: the person I speak about above was running that two-hour Friday morning meeting I mentioned previously. To give you an idea of what I was dealing with, I engaged in the following (along with the snark and jerkoff motions also mentioned) to get through over 120 minutes of irrelevancy:
If you can’t read that, the final “um” count was 177, give or take, because I likely missed a few.
Anyway; I’m supposed to get my car back today, which will be nice. I’m just waiting on the phone call.
