To Market, To Market To Buy . . . Whatever

I had to buy a new pair of shoes. Oh, the trauma of it all! I’d rather go barefoot. I’ve been wearing Birkenstock’s for about 15 years and when I’m in the house I do go barefoot. But I work in a building with tile-covered cement floors and I do a lot of walking on that cement. By the end of the day my feet are swollen and painful. So, I decided I’d better screw up my courage and go look for a pair of shoes that would cushion the shock of hitting the pavement, so to speak.

Spring Has Sprung, the Grass Has Riz, I Wonder Where All the Little Flowers Is?

That piece of doggerel was something my mother taught us over 50 years ago. And living on the soggy, cold Northwest Coast of California, it could be late in the spring before any little flowers were visible–except the outrageously brilliant iceplant that is very common to the California coastal regions.

As If the Flu Wasn’t Bad Enough . . .

It seems I also had a sinus infection–which was the culprit behind the nausea and the dizziness. I went to work for 4 hours on Monday and 3.5 hours on Wednesday and spent the rest of the week flat on my back. Sitting up was not even much of an option. Went to the doctor on Wednesday afternoon and got started on a hefty antibiotic and am doing much better. Do not have much of an appetite, but I’m sure that will return (darn). As of right now, I am feeling better (managed a quick stroll through Target this afternoon and a run to Subway for dinner). And I’ll go back to work on Monday to clean up all the paperwork that just piled up while I was out. Fortunately, I was able to find someone else to handle the timesheets. Well, hope you had a nice St. Paddy’s Day. Peace.

There Was No Joy in Mudville . . .

Ok, so this doesn’t have anything to do with baseball. But the joy factor has definitely taken a nosedive. I’ve been sick all weekend and kind of dread going to work tomorrow. I somehow think I’m not real contagious at this point, but I have no energy and that does not bode well for running around the building collecting timesheets and whatever else has to be dealt with. I came down with a fever Friday night and was shaking so hard I couldn’t read my book. Well, that’s about it for now. Need to go lie down. Hope your weekend was better than mine.

Life Moves On

I went back to work in January after what seemed like an interminable round of interviews with virtually no response. I like my job and seem to be pleasing my boss and the others with whom I work. It is rarely dull and there are many interesting personalities with which to interact. This part of my life is moving on and it is good.