Touch of Aussie Christmas
Thank-you.
Thank-you.
So here I sit, feeling sorry for myself, when my station plays a song I haven’t heard for many years. I may not believe in God, but there are uncanny coincidences in our lives. Some of those pick you up and shake you by the shoulders at just the right time. When I went out…
The alarm clock woke me up this morning for the second day in a row. That never happens. I’m always awake before the alarm clock. I don’t suppose it’s a sign of impending Apocalypse, though. Just exhaustion. My back hurts. Other regions hurt. I’m tired. I’m whiney. I’d rather not have to sit with myself…
Well, I dragged my little carcass back to work today. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be; the sleeping pill didn’t knock me quite as unconscious has it did the night before, and I was already awake when the alarm went off this morning. Being awake does not equate to being competent,…
I can’t seem to shake this thing, whatever it is. I barely made it through the morning, and when my doctor’s office called to say they needed some bloodwork on me to day, I used it as an excuse to take the rest of the day off, even though I had plenty of time to…
The check-up at Big City Hosptial wasn’t nearly as comprehensive as last year’s, thought there’s a few things they want me to follow up with on my own. They want a more recent MRI on my liver than last summer’s, and I’m supposed to round up a nutritionist for myself to talk to. There was…
The Socialist took yesterday off from work so he could take care of arranging to get his car fixed. I was rather impressed with his insurance company – less than twelve hours after he got hit his car was in for estimates. The Socialist, of course, spent most of the day admiring his half-empty glass…