Author: splicer

I went to the dryclean­ers to pick up my only suit, which I bought in 1995 in antic­i­pa­tion of Matt and Mal­lo­ry Diedrich’s wed­ding. The suit did­n’t quite fit then; the jack­et was fine, but the pants need­ed to be let out as far as they could be to accom­mo­date my waist. Even then the pants were tight around my waist. The tai­lor who made the alter­ations tried to con­vince me to take the suit back and get a dif­fer­ent … Read the rest

Woke up ear­ly enough to exer­cise or med­i­tate, but did nei­ther. I did how­ev­er make oat­meal for the sec­ond time, and put about a third the brown sug­ar in that I did last time. It was tasty, even if it lacked the rem­i­nis­cent fla­vor of instant oat­meal from childhood.

Progress point to note: Fri­day the 13^th would have been the third anniver­sary of Vikki’s and my domes­tic part­ner­ship, and it did­n’t even occur to me until yes­ter­day (Mon­day). I … Read the rest

I had a day at work that was not too stress­ful. If I had a few more like this I might not have giv­en notice on Friday.

Noth­ing earth­shak­ing today, but I man­aged to bal­ance my email and my pro­duc­tiv­i­ty at work, not feel­ing I’d fall­en behind in either regard. I final­ly imple­ment­ed the digest fea­ture on a mail­ing list I admin­is­ter and a few peo­ple have already resub­scribed with the digest.

I sent mail to a teacher of mine … Read the rest

I made oat­meal for the very first time this morn­ing. Tasty!

Also dis­cov­ered how much brown sug­ar one has to put in to “real” oat­meal in order for it to taste like the instant stuff I grew up with. Scary. Real­ly dis­turb­ing. Prob­a­bly 8 – 10 tea­spoons for one-half a cup of oat­meal (dry mea­sure­ment, of course). That’s up to 150 emp­ty calo­ries to make it like it tast­ed when I was a kid.

Need­less to say, I won’t be load­ing my … Read the rest

So much for that goal.

I like my goals to be all-day suck­ers, but this time I hit my goal the very next time I got on the tread­mill. Ham­mer­head says this is OK because so much of run­ning is men­tal, but I real­ly thought that I had picked an ambi­tious enough goal so that I work on it for a while.

On the oth­er hand, it is kind of nice to hit my goals, and it is a nice lit­tle ego … Read the rest

Inspired by Ham­mer­head’s exam­ple, I’ve start­ed incre­ment­ing the time I’ve been run­ning on the tread­mill up from 25 min­utes to 30. I ran 35 min­utes a few days ago, but I don’t like to do more than 30 at the gym when it’s crowd­ed and there are peo­ple wait­ing to get on the machines.

My first goal was to hit 3 miles in 25 min­utes, and I achieved that goal a cou­ple weeks ago. Yes­ter­day I made my … Read the rest

What can I say about it? I don’t actu­al­ly hate it, but I’m very anx­ious to leave. It’s been frus­trat­ing and it does­n’t pay par­tic­u­lar­ly well, and I’m ready to move on.

I haven’t writ­ten here in a while because the last time I wrote, my com­put­er crashed and I lost the whole entry. That dis­cour­aged me. I sup­pose it’s my own fault for not installing the soft­ware and always post­ing from the Web, but it was dis­cour­ag­ing anyway.

So much … Read the rest

I had for­got­ten how much more tir­ing work­ing is than stay­ing at home and put­ter­ing around. I haven’t even been here for two hours and I’m beat. Ready to call it a day. Not ready for lunch, mind you. Ready to go home and take a nap.

My body is still tap­ping a lot of my ener­gy to heal, I guess. That’s a good thing. But i keep on for­get­ting things and I’m mov­ing at about half speed. It’s a damn … Read the rest

The pack­ing is out of one side of my nose. It did feel a bit like hav­ing my brains pulled out my nose, but it was over pret­ty fast. The ban­dages and out­er brace are still on my nose, and I still have my nose in a sling to keep the blood from seep­ing all over. Sor­ry if that’s more detail than you want­ed. Bot­tom line is that my nose is still kin­da full of… ahem… humors. Should clear up … Read the rest

I mean, it seems like all I can com­plain about is a months-dead rela­tion­ship. I must be doing pret­ty well. Of course, I’m look­ing for­ward to being able to breathe through my nose again. The spit­ting blood has­n’t been very fun either.

So take from my gen­er­al grumpi­ness that I must be doing pret­ty well after my surgery.… Read the rest